A mirage and perhaps a little longing

Memory of suffering

And other memories

When I get up, I yearn

But the memory of suffering

When I get up

Canceled

Like inside a balloon

I breathe in

Holding the air inside me

And that air can be anything

Everything can happen in it

But the body shakes

The body is delayed can not bear

The memory of suffering resonates in me

And so it is better

Which will echo

I carry me into a place where the body can bear