"All the rush and twists of the town had forced me to create an inner world where I can sit comfortably, where I can be whoever I am. Sometimes I could doubt if my world painted pleasantly by me is a reality or not. But I could ignore these vague thoughts and continue to live smoothly.
A moment passed and I encountered a great scenic beauty outside of my town. So quiet and beautiful that I couldn't believe my senses, which for a long time, I have made them off, off enough to not interfere my inner world.
Now I started switching my comfort from my inner world to this beautiful outside place. I started ruining the palace of happiness that I have built within myself.
My will was forcing me to oscillate against my analytics. I was watching my migration helplessly.
In the middle of switching this comfort, I was being uncomfortable again.
In the middle of switching this comfort, I was getting helpless again."
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