2023.5.22

Feeling that binds me, it's also this tenderness,
When I taste the bitterness of this tenderness, sweetness coexists,
And vice versa.

Feeling that I've received much when many others are unaware,
Thinking, perhaps, I've done the same,
But is it ultimately good or bad?

Tenderness, like spider silk, entwines people,
Tenderness, resilient, coils around my body,
Where my thoughts reside.

Thinking, feeling joy, an indescribable satisfaction,
Like an extra reward, such as seeing more beautiful clouds on a rainy day,
Or getting your pants wet and simply taking off your shoes.

So, in moments of happiness, there's also pain,
This thread that wraps around me reminds me of my mother,
My mother's love, binding me when I'm unaware.

Maybe I don't want to harm myself,
But only awaken my senses,
Or escape the mundanity of the world to find a different mundanity.

Yet, should I be happy or sad,
Excited or apprehensive?
Whenever gently dissuaded or threatened with tears,

I must cross the thread to find the answer,
Perhaps I will never know the answer.