I watched a play called The Art recommended by her today.

I was laughing, but nothing went into my mind, nor my brain.

I was kinda drifted away by my imagination for the future. About her, about him, about my career, about where I might be in a few months.

What if my identity cannot be accepted?
Can I still be me then?
If I accept you, can you accept me?

Am I still affected by my literature background?
Do I really forget about everything?