A Confession

     I heard that the sense of belonging was discussed a lot during this period, so my mask was gradually falling away. My fellows started to realize me since I could not find enough strength to hide my bleeding. My wounds were bleeding clearly every time. I was laughingly denying it while making people watch this wound that I couldn't stop bleeding. I'm the happiest. Could you please shut up? I'm asking, can't we talk about being a little bit of everywhere and being completely nowhere? My dear friends, won't we say both death farewells and moving farewells again? Now I don't hesitate to say goodbye. I'm sorry, pure and delicate souls, to whom I bid farewell whenever I thought of them. I'm not in me. I wanted to love, but I was not made to love. I didn't become evil, I was made evil. Time became my prisoner, highways became my home. I said goodbye to everyone, I didn't solve the problems, I cut them out, I threw them into the fire like my loved ones. Behind me is a huge wreckage, wreckage for better or worse... I am a fugitive of the unfinished. As long as you don't see me, darlings. I bloom in the wrong spring and deceive you. I mislead you with my scent and color because I am a sick flower that could not take root in time.