Once upon a time…..love this word.

I know why, by now.

With this one sentence, I feel like that I can always access to the little `myself`, 

how I was through my childhood.

Once upon a time…..with this word,

I could hear the voices of my mother, my grandmother, as if.

I know their intention through their tones of voices,

waiting for me falling in sleep nicely, even in the middle of a story.

The air of closeness in the silence of the room at night, 

echoing only the voice of her, made me feel in comfort,

through her attention toward me.

Nearby, beside the little myself, would hint out threads of my dreams.

`Beside the little myself` - 6th October 2019