I don't have what to say and what to write.
Because, when clouds of confusion obscure your intuition, you cannot discover an obstinate attitude. And right now, this is what my predicament is. The brief fantasies blur my vision and my direction.

Latterly, I recognized that I'm an amateur with wings attached to my heart. The constant torrent of thoughts flows through my mind.
Just like a river, I perceive my density. I can see an ocean is...