[note] This is an unfinished post, yet I think it was something I thought and struggled with.
I thought I was gonna draw it but it didn’t turn out really well. It’s sad.
I guess the reason may be that this problem has been around on either me or my friends. At least to me it’s not a problem that can be solved, but a seed that never dies in your heart. It just quietly lies at the corner, and creeps when the heart is hurt.
Some people never sweep the room of the heart, and let the memories, the seeds (good or bad) spreading wherever they want. Some of them have chosen the soft earth with good sunlight, others just got the corner part. Some of them are eager to grow and produce juice, sweet fruits, others just want to maintain who they are and …..