One yet named smell suddenly stings my nostril, that tempts my brain so tiny numb.

That itches and in unnoticed shifting, it infinitely extends in developing to another dimensional sense.

If only that moment could drag to chronic running, how could we survive that state?

Nevertheless, occasionally we could be tempted to that amusement.

Additionally, that moment’s sensing mode is nevertheless we are at daytime, almost midnight meditation could come to an end into sound sleep.

However, once asleep, only brain’s autonomous control could do me barely noticed some sensing.

Blossom omen already came to anywhere. But just breathing is abstained in our reality.

In spite of these serially given things, how could we feel when the loop could cease so suddenly, another fear could appear, couldn’t it?

Peace and healing can also call for collapse. Conversely, stimuli and excitement may prepare for calm and quiet awakening. Even with that alone, I can see how selfish my heart, feelings, and mood are, and I can’t control them. Being born and alive in humans is not only an uncontrollable raw song, but also annoying, and may endure its amplitude.

I’ve been more calm in the last few years of the extraordinary world crisis. It was much harder in the normal era. However, it may be just because I am old and have begun to live comfortably. Being young means that there are many frustrations, but when you are old, that is not the case. That’s probably the only thing you can get old. Necessarily it’d be not worse.

Aged sensing could get more excitement to any tiny flower perfume.

That could be recollecting to own younger days, all those days in notion is so formal, only physical Eros could be substantial to me, still.

Nobody could follow each seed’s destination.

However, the sun could be either so, that makes me laugh loud only in mind.

An aerial current, convey any seed, nevertheless either unnecessary infecting seed could be done to us, with so many noisy reported contents in transmitting wave.

To what we take flower is fundamentally up to each one, only seasonal welcoming is synchronically given anybody.

Probability’s concretion is near at hand to anybody.

Probably one person, one loop, only loop’s expiration is decisively destined.

Only the date and time could not always identical.

One nostril’s perfume smelling is only by alone.

Only that season is throughout identical for sensing to anybody.

Hey, all flowers, how can we wait for next spring like you all?

Feb. 22nd. 2022