I was thinking again

I will never get done with thinking. It's in the air that I breathe every morning.

I've been thinking a lot. And most of the time, thoughts come with different feelings. Different emotion. Jealousy is one of them. So do pride, fear, sorrow and so on...

I would like to write them out. Give them breath, bring them alive, and let them shout. They're all in me. Once in a while, I get the chance to use them in my debate with Polar Bear. But most of the time, I lost.

I will write them down. I may also become a hermit. I don't know.

-Miss B-