I always throw every single thing I have before I sleep: my hardness, sadness, loneliness, happiness, hope, and feeling. I throw up everything, even my existence. But lately, I can't throw about something. The same dreams that always come, again and again.
I saw the sand castle on the borderline, between the cold ocean and hot land. A tiny snowman is melting into the sea, and shoes that lost their pairs. There is no one there, just an ordinary beach with the sparkling water that we always call 'blue.'
It's kind of strange. Is that my memories? But I don't think so. I just came to the beach for the first time when I was 19 years old. But, when I look down at my feet, there's a pair of cute small shoes that are unfamiliar to me.
Is that really mine?
I try to search for the meaning. I need to focus for a while to try to understand that situation. But I keep hearing someone knock on somewhere. Where is that? I couldn't see the door around me.
I can't find anything, but my heart keeps fluttering. Wait. Is that someone trying to go inside my heart right now?
Like a movie, I keep seeing those scenes again and again. I keep feeling uncomfortable. That's a strange dream. Well, I am scared.