Waking up would stop me, switching back time would stop me.
It would be so much pale in comparison, if I were to tell her my fascination. It seemed to me she took her interest seriously, how could it not? She brought them along everywhere what got her attention stolen. At least how to make it sound like a refained my preference of readings, ‘is it even just to call it an act of reading? In comparison to her subject of interest? Come to think of it, it quite got the gist of philosophical wisdom.’
“We are all born a single soul through the carrier of a mother womb. We will end up leaving this world just the same we initially brought out to the world. “
Tighten sadness were hidden, all the pain that came up were hidden.