Book: Last paper crane

Questions without answers - endless, persistent, painful.

The sun is setting, the head is as if made of cotton wool. The light went out for me. I release my hands.

The sun rises, rises. Clear. Unlike my thoughts.

Do not give up, seek - until you look with light into every unlit corner.

Sometimes a flash of light is enough to bring a person out of the darkness.

Where is the line beyond which hope becomes foolishness? How to recognize?

But the cloud is not eternal.

They can change fate and the future.

Looking to the future.

And believe and hope.

forever.

Memories are a heavy burden on the soul. Like leaves on a dying tree.

don't stay.

A promise that haunts one.