in the inner palace inside, something unnamed is yelling out 'just let it go!'. i don t know what it is, i m just trying to hide myself; there s no room to escape, though. i used to think there were lots of room for the sake of daily moods. it is not. all i know is i am not able to let it 'just' go. trapped somewhere that i am totally a stranger. cell by cell i feel it, but cannot name it. all the staff carried among my body stand outside. i look the 'thing' as it is not me.  i need an umbrella.


dust in the summer rain