A lot of things happen every day.

The present is constantly changing and becoming the next thing.

It's up to you how you do things from now on.

You meet lots of people, laugh, get nervous, and a whole host of emotions overflow before the next one arrives.

What has been passed and what will come next will overflow and mix together to become the next.

What am I made of?

I wonder if the time I spend like this is one of the cells that make up me?

Open the next door.

No matter how heavy the door is or how easily it opens, I can't help but want to see inside.

With that feeling, I draw the line.

The past, present, and future come together and I expand.