早上六点，我实在睡不着。房租和家里人的债务就像一个倒计时的钟挂在我头上。
A friend , who is a spirit, told me silently that we need to think about -coming together. For me, it is a holy life in another realm. There is a long story here.
One of them ,used to be a prince in history , was mistaken for a sage, but according to his words, different from our recorded history. I don’t know what he looks like, but he and other spiritual entities helped me out of my tired family business. I still owe money with my husband, which frakes me out, although he is the only one who was willing to pay rent for me—only two months.
“Think about our rushed engagement; this is for our marriage,” Lotus said.
I struggled with moral issues—I don’t know how to be engaged without divorce first and the twisted human money sleeping with me like a demon.
My body and diets are changed, together with my neuros and reproduction system. My legs and muscles still suffers ,but looks promising.Chronic muscle stiffness , I checked the dictionary.
It is like a relay race, one family passed the baton, and you have to run to the next place; otherwise, you will become homeless on the street.
Engagement is a romantic word; money is not. All things come from nothingness ,but now my body experience is so real. Just like pin a needle on the carpert, the flowers and patterns become exotic . Old memories had run in the river ,touching the tender flows . Beyond the curtains lies the dim light of dawn.
Thinking about this invisible transformation is hard. But for me, someone I love is calling me out.
Swampland, I thought.