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The temperature suddenly rises, bring about be caught off guard asphyxia. Although the wind is very big, can only make grand gestures, can not change the hanging on the hot. The hot and the dark lonely silence, together in a corner, lonely stagnation hong kong estate agents.
As the man sitting in the pavilion on a few years ago, the sculptural dragging solidification theory, and still air, quietly melted into a piece of land under the sun. In the bustling downtown alone still, no thinking, no happiness, no hope, there is enough time for you to change the situation, and then a long time but can't change the situation, this is a kind of helpless.
Brilliant purples and reds do exist only spring garden, the world is not, is not always exist, is the elusive dream, is unable to achieve the desired. As there is no fairyland in general can not touch and get. Some wounds are not speak out, because it is easy to be judged to moan and groan without being ill, if yes, then the concise statement, then the essence of the idea is not weakness lends wings to rumours., out of thin air, shout pain pain.
In the rain outside the window, in the shelter of the interior, the heave rain umbrella, in the dark street, as a place where there is no one, simply let ideological to wanton, neither too fast nor too slow to feel, can be a rare happiness and long relief.
storage ideas Meet on on a narrow path in the aisle, left twist right car, such as shouting wielding madman, stubborn as a cannot continue to endure. Thanks to the path through the woods for a little quiet Taoyuan, can be temporarily perched scattered emotions. However, the most glaring, why there is a piece of the forest had been cleared out of the open space? The reclamation of gradually expanding sorrow is far better than the road shuttle traffic congestion, why this final static soil erosion?
Let go of it, like a free bird, keep this a paradise. I would like to be in the forest, evergreen, a paradise for the only one I pray.
The sun is still high, near June before the heat release, in I feel like a spent force, before summer, autumn chase to, no matter how the curse, can not change the old rules, so calmly unconsciously in spring summer autumn winter has become a habit, the habit also known as numbness Smartboard.
Let the hot and some of the breeze, like my jasmine, constantly flowers, love to spend heart, smell Ruixiang to life, no more sorrow.


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