Bellafledge

[invariant...]
Countless written feelings and unaddressed love letters. They've been the answer for the past two or three years, and the challenges that will continue.
My estranged family only wants "results," and what I mean by "process" is just nitpicking and selfishness. Those "I don't understand what you're saying" moments are part of the process... I've never been good at expressing myself in words.
Even though we're family, we're still blood relatives, and interpersonal relationships are like mirrors. Even the bad parts can't be overlooked, and they can't be fixed with a song or the latest smartphone camera.
Each of us has our own unique horns,
But as we branch out, a new bud sprouts from each green leaf and blossoms, and under the starry sky of a summer moonlit night, the answer is revealed to us through our separated family.
With the desire to embark on a new journey, with our origins and current whereabouts, and with the feeling of being thrown back to the bottom of that well every time we part, I sometimes find myself crawling...
And yet, I start walking again, never forgetting anything. Sometimes I get tired and confused. But I search for love by looking at and listening to various song lyrics and Western paintings... It's not this, it's not that. Those emotions are just "feelings" of friendship and romance. And amid the sounds of the cicadas, human groans and laments, and children's cries that are quieter than yesterday, it's not this, it's not that. I'm still groping in the dark, searching for a new paradise, but in the freedom I can even draw an ark, I only wish for one thing. Unchanging. I seek a bright and blessed future where absurdity and conflict don't arise from the human heart and "feelings," and I believe that beyond that... we will meet.