People dream.
some walk, run, or rush towards it and some stop and be still. Some step back from it farther and father and some give up.
This world tells a plausible story as it is a hidden secret.
'Chase after the dream till the end.'
I don't agree with that sly and tasteless quotation, but i have my dream too.
Unlike the others, this dream never urge me but sometimes chokes me nearly to the death.
it changes its form all the time and occasionally it converts itself into totally opposite one from the previous one.
Anyway, that is my dream. I never chase after it or try to grab it. I just accompany it during this long journey, called life.
On that view, I have a companion who's always staying with me and his name is 'sensitivity'.
Whenever, whatever, wherever if i want these buddies, he allows me to cooperate on something. Although his appearance is always different, he's most of the time near me.
Once we hung out together at a river side, windy day without doing anything, but writing. We, as usually, came up with one story and started writing down.
for a few days, he begged me to continue it, but i refused it cuz i felt lazy to do it.
That's quite long ago. And we were busy been dong something else.
I accidently found that piece of paper, the memory from that river side, and asked him to restart it.
But he denies to do it.
How hard I try it, he never show his mind.
And then i can't go on.
Cuz it was not mine, but ours.
During the last a week, when i stayed home and did nohing, I couldn't even turn his mind to hang out with me doing the thing. And we've played with something else.
Right now, I really feel sorry missing the story, a bit hate his provoking timid mind, and really regret my carelessness to him.
'Water under the bridge.'
