this is like this sky’s many expressions,
there is no way to know, like your future.
the problem is like math, but there are a lot of answers,
there are a lot of opportunities, but there’s no certain formula.
this judgement is different than the clear law,
there’s no other atonement than the one sided injury.
near the hand, but follow the evil effect,
the angel that became an old memory, has no wings.
1825, EH (via escapeseoul)