somewhere under the tree;
somewhere around the house;
somewhere between the dream.
There must be something quite indefinite.
No matter how desperately I try, I still couldn't see.
It's said when thing gets hazy, it's called beauty.
While I say when dream gets realistic, it's called unreality.
Closeness, remoteness;
distance can be preciousness.
I enjoy reading your blog, as it is always inspiring.
ReplyDeleteSomewhere among them is your soul.
Everything is ambigious, be lovely, be realistic.