When Feeling My Breath

   It may be just a story. It would be something out of whether it's a diary, scribbling down, an accidental report, writing a blank memo, a topic of interest, or a specific area of being propped up like a business. But there are people who put into meaning in it instead of brilliant knowledge and excellent interpretation.

   Mostly through directed intentions, it sometimes pushes itself into the power of authority, usually inviting to the wrong territory, but some like jewelry come out of themselves. It's so natural that I can see it for a long time. That's when I can feel my breath as well. That's also when a story is filled with sincerity.

   Of course, if I am pushed to maximize my personal sympathy, there is no room for growth. And when I start complaining about the fleeting deadline, it's empty. And it's a temporary anesthetic! It is also possible to point out the criticizing comments.

   However, it would be enough for a moment if it could be rescued in spite of all hassles around. What really matters is quality, not quantity.

   After all, what exists will be just a moment's worth.