"And what is it?"
"It's a quantam physics theory in which a cube is fixed in another cube, congruent to the former which is inaccurate by Euclid's postulate."
"And what does it enable?"
"Shrinking of time and dimensions..."
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Time. Time is a very playful word, used, to term the loop of seconds and minutes. This loop keeps on going, forevermore, without a stop yet the Kario's moment; often connected to grief, makes a ceasing effect on the revolving world around one.
But don't get this feeling wrong, it isn't only related to grief but also, with longings.
Some psychologists use the word to represent thoughts and feelings about all facets of life that are unfinished or imperfect, paired with a yearning for ideal alternative experiences.
And there this lost soul, lies longing for something, for someone. I was the one who had it all. I am the master of my fate.
The invisible vibrations of my invincible longings, tortured my trials of living. How insensible!
But who am I to blame?
Things don't work the way I wish, the way I cherish.
Lost in my lonely tower of inevitable thoughts, I felt the presence of a buff figure outside of my door. That scent of wood diffused in my room and I instantly knew who he was. He was Yeonjun, Dr. Yeonjun.
"Hey!" He opened the door and blimmed his sweet smile at me, which I reciprocated.
"How are you feeling?"
I wasn't sure of the answers to his question. My perception of events within the body, closely related to emotions, was uncertain and invalid. While emotions are associated with bodily reactions that are activated through neurotransmitters and hormones released by the brain, feelings are the conscious experiences of emotional reactions. And judging my current emotional trust, was a challenge itself.
"I'm... Okay, I guess." I replied with a tint of enquiry for myself.
"You guess?" I nodded.
"Well then let me help you out. Does it hurt you? Are you tired? Do you miss something? Or maybe... Love something?"
I started at his face with a blank physiognomy, unable to decipher how he reached the point of missing and loving.
I wouldn't say I'm missing someone, but yearning for someone. Someone I don't know.
I wish to be someone's someone. I have no one, nobody. Yet in these recent days, my heart mourns to be close to someone.
"I... I don't know."
"Understandable. We didn't talk much, did we?" He started.
"We didn't."
"Hmm. I am free, let's talk to you." He pulled the chair she had been sitting, and seated himself to his ease.
"I am bad with conversations." I confessed, trying to be honest and avoid chats. I am afraid to speak with people and although it's not like I don't know this man, I am insecure.
