process
Probably, it is one of the deep day in a year today. Actually, I'm depressed a lot. The caffeine effect of the coffee seems to be limited. I have to accept my emotion almost as it is. I didn't see the end or the edge of me.
With thinking about something, my mind is floating without direction. I should go to sleep, and because it is the turning point of seasons, everybody cannot see the next step.
Those make people feel unsafe. I may be, too. Probably after having passed a long tunnel like this, the train we rode on can go out to the bright place. And it will become plain. I'm looking forward to being there.