++ slowly ++
Requested what
Yesterday
Desert you.
Hoped what
It by being for myself
Because I am afflicted
It was requested.
Yesterday
Carry you out.
It was hoped.
Pains of me are divided.
Defend excluding me.
In the interstice
It becomes impossible to breathe.
It is likely to struggle.
To the interstice
When I exist
There is a thought thing.
There is previously ..that.. the future.
If there is past before that
I who is now also
Moreover, one shape.
Thinking about it
If you afflict me
It is stopped to reconsider.
Without thinking
It bends one's steps quietly now.
To my present self's the state as it is
And,
Isn't it good?