It's been a long time since midnight. I forcefully close my eyes to relax my whole body, but even after several hours, this mind still doesn't agree. I don't know why the memories that should be forgotten in the psyche suddenly become darker and darker. These upheavals, which are happening without meaning, are disturbing life in such a way that it is as if my life is not being run by my breath but by the memory of him. It seems to be more inevitable than the breath that reaches the heart, the memory of him wandering in the brain.
By practicing forgetting, this brain has become so accustomed that the mind reaches it without any instructions and continues to reach it. It seems that now this mind has sworn not to be mine. These eyes saw only one picture of him, but the mind creates millions of shapes and puts its own tag on it. I cannot bind the mind, nor let myself fly freely at the speed of the mind.
