When I filled it, when I lived without oxygen, I seemed to breathe in writing. And this feeling grew stronger over time.
The moment you start a new life by opening a window.
The day I was born, the sun was born on the same day and on the same day I stepped into a new world: new friends, new friends.
What if I have nothing negative? Countless.
But on the other hand I thought I was happy because it took too long.
Sometimes it is not easy to put forward concrete facts. But even though it's indirect, it's a unique and tremendous feeling I've poured from me.
I feel too much, I feel my time.
I have lost my awareness of the feeling and thought
And where did I come from?
Years later, I made new friends: a little myself.
Remote but very close.
And valuable and
And supportive.