The Land of Conjurors

It's ok. The little girl said to herself as if she could handle it all the time. Nothing big deal, truly. She had done all the things she could and read all the reading materials at hand. What could you expect from her during the time she prepared for her coming? You will not admit that there is something wrong with you. No, you won't. And you never did. The little girl immersed herself in the cold winter of forest covered by the thick snow. Blizzard comes, she is cold and coughing, but you never pay a visit or take a look at her for a while if passing by. No, you never do so. The ice may melt, you thought. And that's the way season circles around, don't panic, you said it briskly, as if the world is solely spinning around the tropical climes for your dwelling. She will adapt to the winter climate, sure thing. If she can barely cope with it, I wonder where she can go at present. The tone in you seems to be harmless. That is the way you look gentle all the time. Absorb i

She has been reluctant to see me ever since she traumatized me with her way of talk. She flinched when truly confronting with her dilemma between a sanguine spirit and her resentment at my wrongdoing. She could have changed the way she behaved. Is it anything that always make it clear and draw the very line of other? A great many things rely on the matter in between. Believe it or not. A loser becomes in her eyes, who can barely get rid of a frame in relation to her eyesight, just look at and overlook in some way of supervision. Perhaps it was the best way to distance me like the way she did today, suffocating, locking or even taunting me under the control of her mind. Say nothing of mine, to sound like a bird taken away its throat, as if continuously colliding with that invisible cage set up by unknown power as seeing the very person she prefers to. She seemed to feel annoyed when seeing me today because I asked her for having a meeting with me if she was available these days or not.