In the world I live in,
I am somehow an in-between person.
Dawn, I cry for the first sunlight that kicks away my loneliness.
yet, the windows of homes,
tells how cold I am.
Slowly inhaling the messages of the grass,
yes, yes, I know, I know.
3/12/2023
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How Time is Felt
When we think about time of childhood,
we think about a particular event.
The period of event was expanded and stretched.
Can we count it as seconds, minutes, or hours?
You may.
But each second disappears,
from an abstract form to an abstract form.
What if I can package time and keep it as it is?
Even though I feel I keep forgetting and keep making up the details of that time?
Would the time I own call memory?
As I used/spent/wasted/created it already, shouldn't I own it?
But I have the future time too. Do I own it?
The past times have to attach to events and emotions.
The future times have to attach to plans and imaginations.
What about independency?
7/09/2023