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

To see where they are coming from, with such diversity of cultures.

Yet, something bottom down coming to the point,

by taking out all the jumbles of daily events and people`s reaction toward it,

some inner essence of `humanity` in it, some fragile and soft spots that,

you might miss out if you are caught up too much of your own perception.

Sound of the inner well, the flow would hint out the treasure of `silence` for its answer.

Always, the mornings will be here for us the next days.

Keep it open, keep looking around

`To see where they are coming from` - 29th September 2019

Some workers are literally working as it was told, for a daily basis.

Simply earning the salary as it seems to be.

Who are you working for, really?

Ignorance, the difference in perception would create misunderstanding among the web of human relationships.

A check. Clockwise. 

A sea horse, knowing its coming, a while ago story of having a painted deer on the back of a door in my room. 

Is there anything that I need to integrate the current myself with the old me around that era?  What triggers me to wander into it?

`Clean sleeves` - 15th September 2019