Love not dared to dab
It is spotting outside the window, all the time unwilling to stop, that kind of close feeling in the lifelike bottom of heart. At the beginning of winter at the end of autumn, lacked a lot of romantic and moving details. Know winter has set in that kind that sleep unconsciously, why be in at this moment, one moisture to stem from canthus overflow already just.
Young and extremely frivolous to go far gradually, the passion has no longer sound been with the wind alreadied like the yellow sand of mid-night, macula lutea that will fade while remembering already soon. See too much separation and reunion, felt old in youth, was learning and trying to desalinize strong mood and like having in life as the mood that did not have like the onlooker, even if experience one can with gorgeous if leaf love autumn, unable to refuse all yearning drop of the wind one by one. After the great waves, the lake surface which the heart refutes like the class, listen to the going silently far of wind.
The love loves, break up and break up, never but which story on day of autumn even such is clear-cut have. Dare, go, think, go on what kind of final results does it have, just often think, even if when it is magnificent to reach the spring flower, we have mood of cheerful chatting of enjoying flowers. Know? When it is unreal to have the one that is hoodwinked by flatter each other in the letting of distance, have been in fact just destined between us the final one is hoodwinked by flatter. Reality is still so deep and serious in our life, we can be with the fairy tale of illusion, and is happy, however, as the sunshine has stung the eye of the dream, you will have one kind to grow and ache because of disparity of vision and feeling.
It is not that I am afraid of, wanting brave things that face to be few all one's life of people; But in everybody's this or that performance, will fear eventually too many story-telling sessions let oneself have a kind of repeated numbness. It is all right to be simple, let people become sober like this at blind state sometimes. I do not know what kind of role I have been acted in such a love not dared to dab, understand love once entanglement just, can one let network that people can't breathe, can't breathe. Act as the day by day pale face because of oxygen deficiency and stare relatively, can you confirm you are still the mood as before?
One agony, I know, help the wounded and hurt one's feeling those days not sighing in me, I can't describe that kind in the bottom of heart to feel ashamed and regretful. After waking at mid-night, search one's heart, but find it is very strange that the face in the mirror is. No matter how, has not become in all beginnings yet and begun, how injured person will have a reinsertion process after all and no longer torment the normal psychology oneself, know, thing thing that can't bear any, little vicious circle, can prone to look forward to for a long time normal.
speech Tears between lines those let people feel, bear heavy, I know I should shoulder a heavy task and walk when does it get. Time, like water, all keeps thinking about and should rotate thinly coldly too. Since meet, can't affirm it is totally a mistake. Been thinking all the time you have one to dare to move towards the realistic mood, the personal space is too small, will make people narrow and extremely gloomy. Those emotion that never totally release, but does not know wrong correctly, once wanton, should have that by wanton one reason, it dare so easily when being such still just in the face of, I'm afraid by mistake, it afraid of one that injure expand along. To fault, know you twine all affection silk wisps of silk arbitrarily, form it roll,such as silkworm callus since.
Remember the adult in the childhood teaches us butterfly's shoes were formed? At that time, I like, must die shoelace department always, always feel so safe, shoes can lose, appear easily, wait, when taking off the shoes, know this one agony actually, find out carefully that take the lead from that fast knot, then deduct a one that deducted to untie slowly with the great ring one of a ring one of patience, for this reason, suffer many to scold, but a obedient one to try to learn the department bow in scolding middle school, convert two for ninety percent discount shoelaces into, hang a butterfly slim and gracefully on the beautiful children's shoes, as the childlike innocence dances. When taking off the shoes, find shoes in burden when being most wonderful, arrest the tip, tear gently, all constraint is solved quietly.
I think there is such a realm in the emotion: The those wisps of in silk silks one thing be getting getting more more endless inadvertently often twine in mind, cut the Gordian knot, can let us must free for the moment perhaps, and of pain to row apex of the heart know insufferably by me these years; Can't free, then will make the person difficult and close day by day breathing; Only look for the source, solve and tear lightly lightly, does not allow it not to twine clearly, if so, will just have final feeling relieved beautiful of emotion to one's heart's content.
Too many things do not dare to dab, ache once touching in the world. Have, form, invite form like butterfly, beautiful, start from easily originally.
