"I don’t want my friends to see us holding hands."
Said, my daughter who is at the last year at kindergarten.
Uttered with hesitance, which makes me realize something is going to end.
She suddenly starts screaming
But she suddenly throws me very deep questions,
And she suddenly looks very mature.
I don’t want to forget this mysterious but fun days with her.
I don’t want her to forget our time together.
The time we spent together will slowly fade from our memory.
Just like a dream.
I feel like I have been floating around.
For such a long time.
I am like a cherry blossom petal on the water.
From time to time, the borders fade in and out,
Asking me a question
“Which world do I belong to?”
I could have gone deep.
I could have sunk really deep.
But this always made me come back.
But this always kept me floating.
-Floating around by not sinking
Maybe I started to find a light in the floating blue.