The sunset has moved westward, but the orange light is not too strong, and it has not completely taken away the original blue.
Well, my favorite blue clear sky.
The temperature is a bit low, it feels a bit cold, and the right hand holding the 7610s is a bit shocked, but I still struggling with this diary.
Because, I'm so touched.
I am back, Frost Moon is back.
I regained my original passionate self.
The fierce determination before the Cross of Light was to offer his body as a living sacrifice to witness that himself.
A long time ago, I was lost.
I can't write any more, because the black marsh in my heart has a thick layer of ice.
There is no longer any moving ripples.
I was afraid, afraid that I would be shaken, afraid that I would never write again, afraid ... I would abandon my child, and abandon the name Frost Moon Falcon.
I thought about asking for help, but I didn't know how to ask for help, because my voice would always get stuck in my throat when I was going to speak, and then the courage to say the problem would disappear.
I have tried to pick up my pen or mobile phone more than once, and I want to use the pen to turn those unspeakable words into silent calls in text form.
But I was always unable to write down halfway through.
I couldn't do anything about this situation, I could only wait silently, waiting for this uneasy self to be found.
But this expectation is meaningless, because no one noticed that I was about to support it.
But this is a matter of course, because I have never expressed it to anyone, and of course no one knows it.
Silent waiting becomes silent waiting for death.
Silently watching his soul slowly break down, then the broken wreckage was helplessly lost in the darkness.
God saved me like this.
Yes, let me find my fiery self at first;
It is He who made me find the reason for writing.
The reason that I have been able to keep writing down all the time includes not only the mood that I just like, but also the mood that I want to pass my feelings and emotions from the reader to the reader.
I pulled out a small piece of paper from the skirt bag of the school uniform, watching the content written on it with a gel pen, and let my tears burst out from my eyes.
"For God and for myself ... I want to be a lead pen."
"Write down constantly, light novels, fandom, short stories, novels, impromptu propositions, mood diaries ... Anyway, I want to keep writing all the time."
"Perhaps I can't glorify God in my works like CSLouis ... but I hope that my work has that touch from my words, by words, by my works, my stories, my children pass My readers. "
Turning everything into words into a strong wave directly shakes my feelings and ideas into the reader's heart.
Japanese songs are played in the headphones as usual.
I watched the scenery flying backwards out of the car window, holding my paper with both hands, slowly tightening my strength.
The corner of the mouth scratched for a long time, and sketched a beautiful radian, a safe radian.
Writer's note: After some confusion, I finally came back.
I have n’t been serialized because of some personal problems before, sorry. Don't dare in the future, forgive me ~ !!!
[Note] CSLouis, author of << The Kingdom of Narnia >> system ^ ^