Private Room

In a secret and dark room at which no one but self can take a glance or stare

There is a huge temptation on human to innocently reveal, which many dare

Understanding, acceptance, agreement, they are what some desire

In the midst of chaos, some lose all things used to be organized

lack of the settle, full of uncertainty, dazed and confused

Even the chaos is within his imagination, the whole world never be revealed

This is a reason why we travel, geographically, intellectually, spiritually.

More we travel, more different we become from others gradually

Fear of lonliness, scarce of being the deserted, playing with your own toy in private room

They stop our steps



Understanding, acceptance, and agreement, they have at least two opposite sides

They can be given to both others, and selves

In our private room, we might suffer from anxiety

Because nothing reassures us to be alive

Some take action, talk to others, then realize everybody has their room

We gather toys in the room, and they seem the prettiest

The wander of continuation and repetition bores and completes

In my private room, I accumulate a number of toys, for the day I can show them to everyone, one day.