I am in darkness…
But it seems somewhat familiar?
I don't know why, but that is the case. Whether I like this or not, this darkness feels comfortable. Oh? And there's also this small light always circling me like my eternal friend.
But why am I saying things? Most of the time I am usually quiet, and only when surrounded by familiar figures does my mouth open to give them a philosophical and psychological lecture.
Hmm…
Thinking about familiar figures, the first two that come to my mind are two elderly figures.
One is a botanist who likes to make hybrid fruit and vegetables at home, and the other likes to scold the one who made them. They had quite a strange relationship. I can't even imagine how they spent sixty years of their life together.
Then what about my parents?
Thinking about them, I am somewhat sad, as I didn't get to know them and was raised by the botanist and the scolder.
But suddenly, I am not sad anymore.
