He hoped that I would be a memory he thought of and laughed at .
It's already going on, but I was overwhelmed by the word “remember”.
Human memory. Is based on the past, but on the premise that the pattern of the past creates future events, he did not meet me again, but rather guaranteed that he would meet someone similar to me.
In the way he was grateful for his heart to let me go neatly, I was always crying in that blind spot that I couldn't easily accept.
I may be more fascinated by the notion of him. Being able to describe a person to this extent means that I thought a lot in many different dimensions, but it was not easy to meet a person who could read a lot of information to me so I wanted to describe it like this.
The realm of imagining someone is my freedom, so when he is absent, I can freely speculate about him and describe his actions. I was so fascinated by his voice, facial expressions, eyes, and actions that reveal his reality in a way that he was conscious of being able to read.
In such a way that consciousness-packed humans and humans who have to deal with them have very different “values”
I very much loved the physical scent I had to bear with him I describe.
four With
It is one of the words I like to use because the concept looks good.
The moment the concept includes a person, it changes into a very perishable form.
Maybe the concept that absolutely exists without human intervention should be “love”,
Of course, being there is one way to take responsibility for saying “I love you”.
Even if the distance is off, I don't feel sad about the event, and I overlook the fact that my wish or act of hoping something will never affect the magnetic field of that life , so that the love the world can give him is maintained . , At least him. To be as free as in his world, to be free, to be able to let go, just as he made me feel love in the way he did .
Now that the definition was past , you can’t wrap it nicely, so just regret it as much as you want.
I just want to miss you alone, until the timeless time I can actually forget you and live.
In this way of realizing that the area of writing that can be defined and distinguished from the area where I have to live is clearly different, the most difficult thing about living as a human is to adjust my consciousness even in such a situation so that I can prioritize myself. Realizing that you don't even need strength .
Not a more intimate relationship, but as a personal connection, I was grateful to him for the gaze and relaxation that allowed me to recognize and change myself in a way that I saw and ignored my insufficient social abilities.
I always pretend that I don't need to be ashamed by self-awareness of the nature of being a country where I can always talk well, get alone, close the door rather than talk, and only have conversations with people I like. The memories I forgot with a smile gave me the opportunity to reflect on my attitudes because of others who take care of me.
However, he was also only one of the elements of conditioning possible around him.
I am again.
I was living as me.
I am living again.
I am alive.
I am trying to recognize that.
I lived without forgetting the concept of “ownership”, but in a way that realized that what I had mistaken for “owning” was just an illusion, assuming that the concept of possession was entirely defined and used by me,
Still, the life you have to live is "life", but what I define as "my" life was a year with "you".
"Radiohead- Exit Music (for a film)"
