Life goes on. But time running must never free from our consciousness.

Our mind's reflecting aspect consistently changes itself to another.
Though our personality is consistently changing and changed.

Nevertheless, that constant switchable reality can be seen immovable.

That could be imprinted notinal constancy.

That so persistent adherence could not be detached so easily, at least to me, that sensibly sensed impression is attached to my mind, otherwise that could be memory's constancy.

Nevertheless, occasionally we have wrong guess or kind of preoccupation or so.

In other words, just myself is anytime only changing, nevertheless, my one mind could never want it changed so easily, only that fact could indwell in my brain.

Time's running must never stop as long as we personally are alive, and even myself is consistently changing and chamged, however, only e.g. to me, my own identity in my identifying must never be excluded from me, nevertheless, my appearance I can confirm through the image mirror reflects is from next to next harshly replaced with another aspect invalidating yesterday's it.

Time's inertia could distract us just adhered only to what must never change.

Standard by itself seemed never to be replaced, and our own identity could not be done so probably we are prone to think or feel so, envertheless, perhaps everything from next to perfectly another converts itself wholely.

Hey, clouds, why do you have nothing about questioning to yourself?

Everyday, I watch the skies attending clouds in changing and take a picture at each moment, but that aspect providing scenery location is not replaced with another, at least at this earth's condition to us, necessarily that either must be replaced, but that true appearance is not witnessd at least by our ordinary view.

Not moving to any place means not having location's change, but just at the situation some very remarlably replaced condition is easily witnessed by me, but that my running at everyday's transiting to next day exactly replaces myself into another identity.

And at one day, as the specifically noticeable one moment comes to me, or my consciousness, the time I can know very overwhelming converted appearance around myself.

Hey, skies, what makes you so never purplexed like me, in immovable stabilized conditioned running?

Nevertheless, I more and more, get myself accustommed with that lazy changing and changed in running of my life.
However, that running suddenly must stop at another day, only the date is unknown and not prior to it, I am never known.

One song's providing impression constanly is replaced with very another appearance.

Yes, and at one day, one song's tone, modus ponens to be sent to my mind could be converted so extremely radically and very astonishingly swtiched into very differentiated dimensional impression prividing nature it.

Where have all my ever thrown own impression around one song favorite to me, what makes me each occasionally another impression around any singer's voice talking, chatting meaning?

These all quesionable asking mind in running must make any witnessed object converted at least to me, and in front of it, otherwise around it afterward in my introspection, these whole replaced develpment pictured things might know time and very unidentifed somewhat attending time in identity.

Time is unidentified somewhat, my mind either, but confirmable landscape's identified substance could be connected with my mind's some elements.

However, at tired and being so consumed any spirt and delibrating mind, in front of me, unidentified tempting voice could be visually sensed, that specific whisper and mumbling tone inspired my mind's imagination to get so pretty Angel in my heart, I don't drink anything, my heart could be drunk more than that time.

Hey, you, what is your true identity?

You are my one known one ever I'd met someday ever in my life, aren't you?

Angels, you must come to me in flying around my balcony's setting landscape and give me each momentary distinctive impression, just because of its presence to me, I otherwise can be attracted with you for so long period in my life-span.

Angels, please kiss me once more, and eembrace me so tight!

Already you need not hide yourself anymore, at least once you came to my side!
Hi, pretty beautiful cloudy Angels, my precious lover!

Nov. 20th.        2021