Gust passed through my body, with shoulders, head, neck, buttocks, back and legs. 

No one to mutually attched with shoulders, heads and faces.

Bus was coming after so long minutes I waited for its doing. And I got in it, and at the forefront seat I sat down. Watching all views around the bus, winter certainly has come, my eyes also watched those appearaing own natures. Every scenery running was certainly familiar with me, but any appearance must be for the first time to me to get as just "now" thing around me. 

Very long period dragged own heat remains were surely tortured us, but once switched into so chilly season, in fact that suddenly coming cold air makes me chilly in heavily wanting to get warmer some room or so at outdoor space.

Snot suddenly tried to run into my mouth. The chilly air accepting own reaction is so heavily unavoidable. 

All pasts, where have you gone away from me? Even if I wanted to shout so, necessarily my voice was stocked at deeply inside of my mind. 

All future, probably even if I want to watch so certainly, the hope will be smashed and crippled so perfectly. 

But it'd be okay. Anything could be as it should be or it ought to be, otherwise it must be so. 

Very modestly calm wind, where have all you gone from me?

To any guts, I mindfully shout immanently, please cure my runny nose!

But at one moment, I was awakened to that otherwise gust could have some feeling "I am also so lonely, nobody can talk to me."

Hey, you my skin attacking gust as your cold and chilly tangible sense giving own cool nature, all your own natures are embarrassing me so much, you know, but you also are so feeling lonely, aren't you? 

And I whisper to them, "Are you all so truly wanting to visit the concert for Billie Eilish, and yell your voice to her with all fans of her, aren't you?"

(Irregularly continued)

Nov. 14th.      2023