Always want to write something, but thought for a long time, and I don't know what. The impulse to write this without reason. So to write it. Not line, no plot, just want to write.
Life is dull, gossip, this potentially dangerous. I wanted to write a poem to praise life, but praise life? Certainly a lot of [, but who can say all of life [. Dry for a long time, such as the land of my heart general thirst and cracking. Yesterday's wind, today cloud, brewing in the rain showers, became a note after the song. Days, gloomy, such as this to still thirst idealds northwest. Parents old and tired, they already passed for the many memories will have the unease, they did not say when in the cloudy, quiet, sleeping on each other. The sparrow's songs, reminds me of the love I have lost. Then return small, I love her, she loves me. We say that in the future, naive and romantic, but we didn't want to live your life. I the young love and thus burst. That day, I found that when sorting letters a picture of her, still beautiful. Once the commitment, already passage. And I, still romantic. This, of course, such as rice of salt, can only moderate. Therefore, my heart was dry.herve leger v neck colorblock bandage purple black dress
Our generation is happy, don't say so a little against his will. We have no experience 60 hunger, 70 unrest, 80 stray, 90 to oneself the but we adds many lonely and feelings. Happy times we feelings too rich, no learning to live children start learning to love. Life and reality is we misconstrued, contemporary theme is realistic and understanding, and we just saw the naive and fragile love. It was the evening glow.with ears in our faces scratched the end of the day, perfect end, I too imperceptibly the flow of time. In the end, all will be long after, such as long ago, began to general calm. I couldn't properly remind of, all don't belong to me. Admittedly, I love it. I was so think: I'll change it. Yes, all in change, including me. I was everything around him changed, but changed everything is not because of me. Finally, I like children vows general expects back and welcome. I began to like a child, even hope I have a cradle, go to hand becomes a oneself hope to be, because that's my regret. Once upon a time, his greetings, own end: I hope so not fulfilled. Be so selfish. I finally is despicable. I remembered before a friend said I: there is a treacherous character, in many times oral and inner argue, now I have some compromise. Remember mother said, hours I very slow and clumsy, maybe so. Now, I like running, can run for a long time, the longer run more. I hope life could be so run, than anybody lasting. Run ran, I began to gravamen but desire for money, for woody and queen huan. I began to believe: desire will make one young. I and forced himself learn previously not ashamed of means, I tried hard proof, proof some unknown origin, I am more contumely ever remember I had who owed. Someone said I am more mature, I think yes. But I do not sure.herve leger v neck crisscrossbandage white black dress
One day, the farm work favour over with my father strolled, chatting. Before is not seen. The sun slowly closer to the horizon, gave the earth a rosy kiss. Kiss very gentleness, such as when young mother gave me. This reminds me of the dream start from high school. That's Muse close to, or destiny? I have not been clear! I just remember: that dream has a dizzying beautiful colors in a dream, I all writing, and until I suddenly feel near god, near my loneliness and joy. I have some frantically tried to break through this body, walking worldly only my soul. I told her I want to commit suicide. Her voice is always so: gentle, can make me calm. Hear her voice after, I know. I'm sick. This pathological thoughts from my dreams of the day drunk. Slowly I change my lifestyle: no longer sitting on the fourth floor of the windowsill write poems, but I still loved poetry; No longer dreams to fiorentina, I gradually awake to think, that don't belong to me; I will be free from the weaving of soul journey out, in the life. I began to change, as recently. Whether I mature, I keep calm.

