Sanba.
Providing me the perfect enabling environment to feel like this.
Such a huge pressure gradient, and I am directly being pulled into it.
Staring at those faces. Faces of them who were once here in this world.
And now they are gone. It is always hard to believe that the person smiling in that picture is not here anymore.
And not sure if I'm chasing after something that doesn't want to be chased.
Or just holding on to it too tightly.
Giving this up because it's too tiring.
This is like the problem of spent nuclear fuel storage. What the hell?
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