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It turns out that

Time: 2013-10-12 source: original edit: sprbsh

In the dark night, the wind rustles the leaves,

The room was as quiet as ever, everything was as natural as usual ...

An emotion called loneliness slowly devours the mind,

The glowing red between your fingers and the slightly moist smoked eyes lost focus ...

How can you say that you can abandon in the past, even if you do n’t mention it intentionally,

But the markings that penetrate deep into the bone marrow are always so clear when the midnight sky is empty ...

It turns out that I can only restrain myself when I am rational,

Frozen the wound covered with almost cruel and ruthless reason,

But can't stand the temperature of that hot heart,

So I always think of many so-called once ...

It turns out that I can only pretend that it doesn't matter,

Cover up your true self with that thick camouflage!

There are many, many people who care too much but always pretend to be strong ...

It turns out that I can only talk on paper,

Using that ridiculous theory,

Naive thoughts to destroy this cruel and ruthless society ...

It turned out that even if I did more and more, it was just Wu Yibin.

The so-called imprint of the impression may have lost the retained interest rate.

"My world is only today! I have forgotten yesterday and have no plans for tomorrow ..."

Maybe it's very skeptical, but I'm so eager to do it,

Then at least I can be free and easy, then I may not need to think so much ...

It turned out that I was not as numb as a puppet,

I still have a lot of thoughts and low moods, no wonder some people say I am fake ...

It turns out that I'm not as indifferent as others say, like a zombie,

I still long for someone to understand someone who listens,

Maybe it's just that I don't know how to express it ...

It turns out that I still look like that muddy beach,

Still irritable and unsteady,

Still dare not look squarely at myself.

I still can't ...

My path is dark,

And in this dark kingdom, there is even a thick layer of fog!

Be cautious, don't dare and can't run without fear,

That so-called passion comes in engravings!

I used to say that giving a light spot to guide me can make a path,

But now every intersection is blocked by myself ...

It turned out that I was not unchanged, at least I started to understand fear!

Many things are confusing if you think too long, then the end is just giving up,

Because of my youth, I can be appropriately scrupulous, but I seem to have lost that hard work confidence!

Even if I always joked that there are only lives left, what can be more combative, and what dare not experience?

But what about confidence?

Where is the flood lost, do you see it?

Please tell me, I'll pick up ...

It turns out that the scariest thing is not to get hurt, but to lose yourself!

If it is possible, in fact, I would rather have amnesia than want to have such contradictory emotions ...

It turns out that the fall of a meteor is the law of the universe ...

It turns out that the fall of rain is the repulsion of clouds ...

It turns out that the falling of the leaves is that the branches do not stay ...

It turned out that my failure was caused by myself ...

It turns out that I do n’t want to mention too much ...

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