shattered thoughts on a library table Turn my eyes from the glittering outside enticing it is to look from outside alluring it is to hold in our hearts but crouching it is when you really made it yours turning back several times it was the only straightway to the linear point there is the convergence of minds to be illuminated by the meta mind crashes, trash, and all the more ashes she fainted in the polluted land of memories the land, where she rooted once and uprooted latter but being in the unknown land made her better herself content, sound and immaculate