When I try to write honestly right now,
what comes out feels rather dull.
It doesn’t appear shallow while being deep.
It is simply shallow.
And yet, part of me feels that it is fine.
Another part says it is not.
So I keep writing without knowing.
There is also a part of me that wants to accept this feeling.
And another that wants to reject it.
Then there is a distant sense of observing it all,
thinking how human this fluctuation is.
Now then,
what should I do with it?