Jealousy to that one is made of the action in assimilating with switchable current like windy day's willow.

For the one, anyone except the one, any idea except the one's it are all only for leaning on for survival for the present.

My sadness is on never rooted my confused mentality and the identity is adrift on disorderly floating.

One sunny daytime cruising taught me my drifting idea adrift on wavy voyage.

 

In similar moment in that day, suddenly sorrow tears drop down through my cheeks.

Fixed trust on mind otherwise not so credible in questioning, that one's own inpersistent way for everything around what to do surely caught my mind at that time.

Revolving earth otherwise makes us look for each occasionally appearing some the occasional trend.

And no any ascertained stably trustworthy idea or equation could be truth.

Nevertheless, in arbitrary successful outcome, in unidentified emotion, out of the blue indigestible idea must come up to my mind.

That is just my accidentally instinctively fountain tasty sprung out sadness. And the one is anytime tangible to me like thin and light willow.

My not sufficiently satisfied mind easily finds that willow for biting so momentarily.

Nevertheless, only licked soft cream's sweet taste is not vague, never yet awakening my dormant consciousness in lazy running time.

Only very sentimentally paler purplish evening approaching skies carrying windy air is just never illusion to me, now so far.

(Irregularly to be continued)

July. 9th.  2022