[ the part of me relating to you ]
but it’s still living as an organic being does.
it’s mysterious, and
not fully revealed even to myself.
I can never see the whole picture
but to feel how it is
through emotions coming out of it.
it has now become soft, sentimental,
easily melt into tears,
but not because of sorrow.
like a secret garden thriving in another dimension
that we may call “heart”.