a great wall seems like undestroyable
a vision that tells, she won’t enter softness
a hope expressing singularity
nevertheless, she chose jumping to a thin rope
an attempt due to wary of darkness
a new air that seems not heavy
EVERYTHING FEELS NEW THAT IT SLOWLY FADES THE EXTREME WOUND
embracing everything. carefree about everything. makes it easy about everything.
it is ameliorating after the thunderstorm with a heavy rain, dark skies. empty room. hefty silence.
it feels safe. i feel safe. after years of fear
and recently, the ponder kept wandering about certainty
(which been the seed of misery)
where is it now? where am i now?
where’s the us, now?
how does this turned out into a scenario of my former agony?
where’s the us in the beginning?
where’s the safe space i used to be with?
where’s us?
shesshy 