15 clips of loneliness
I have forgotten how to cry.
People sitting in a corner of my poker-faced in relying on the cold walls, start to draw the only point in the hot heat.
Looked at the crowd giggling, still smiling, my grief did not find that person.
Two
Blood from wounds in the hands of gush, I forget the pain, he was one drop of fresh blood to fall on the floor. Suddenly, I found that their blood is not bright red, and it39s the same color and loneliness.
I have forgotten the lonely color.
Open the door, I smell the winter air, and my heart can not hibernate in the cold wind, naked soul is torn, the pain to numbness, loss of feeling.
Three
The same country with my loneliness, which is perhaps fate. From my point of darkness in a candle flame yellow Beat lightly, and it was quiet heartbeat. Candle Ran do, the darkness engulfed me, there is no resistance, no struggle.
I have been accustomed to darkness.
Walking alone at night no one on the street, my world is still only my own, cold and helpless quietly spread the pain associate with me.
Four
Boiling hot water run continuously, I stared looking at it, little by little thoughts away from my body.
I think what?
What else can I do?
Constantly question their own, did not answer.
I have doubts about their own habits.
No idea, but breathing, clear breathing, I can hear the voice of their own heartbeats. Effectively look like, I still alive in the end.
Five
Open the computer, I heard a mouse and keyboard in the quiet night issued a clear voice. QQ NOT on people. Suddenly someone called for the adoption of authentication, in his column introduce myself, I saw quite a saying Boring so because the Internet was more lonely on the Net!
Without any hesitation, I held the mouse by pressing the Miu Miu Bag through authentication , then offline, turn off the computer. Lying in bed, his eyes looked at the ceiling and kept thinking about that sentence.
In fact, I have been accustomed to Boring.
Six
No point in my life, my life is not happy, because no choice, because of the merciless. There is no goal, I in its own unique way alive, living in Miu Miu Handbag their own world.
On the road going, and ignore those who point and cold, I still calmly walked firmly forward, his face still hung inexplicable smile. Passenger in life, why should an obsession, then you may well be my passenger? Think of you, I put away a smile, stopped the pace, take a look at the rise of days, rather than blue, the color are lonely.
I can not force yourself to think you do not.
Seven
Nest on the sofa, his hands constantly forced temple, habitual migraine attack me. Desk glass of ice water and painkillers, I do not have to touch them, close their eyes and feel the pain to my stress.
I have used to torture themselves.
Cold hands Miu Miu Wallet suddenly felt the warmth of the tears that are hot, I thought I had long lost its tears.
Eight
Angels have wings, I did not, so I am not an angel.
The Devil has the magic, I did not, so I am not the Devil.
I have, are helpless, despair and loneliness of Freedom.
The bottom of my heart the hope and despair, fierce struggle, and winning is helpless. I have learned to accept the helpless, helpless want to compromise.
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The disadvantage is too good angel, the Devil39s disadvantage are too evil, my shortcomings are too cowardly.
Nine
Gently close your eyes hard, greedily NOT you breathe in air. Are freely? Or miss? I can not answer themselves, you had no air so thin.
I also learned to adapt to the cold thin air.
Laughter, and cried,,, now I need to, but indifference.
Ten
Sunshine through the window at the warm and according to my body. Open your eyes and block glare with a hand of light, cast a quilt, ready to continue my dream to be interrupted.
Once the dream can not be awakened at renewal. Fretfully sat up from his bed, his hands supporting head, my hair disheveled and weeping down. Become disillusioned about the. I said to myself smile shaking his head with despair, to accept the reality and go to meet no sense a new day.
I have been accustomed to hard and fast life.
Eleven
Background are true, people are fake, no persistence, a hundred years ago you were not you, I am not me, are true sorrow and tears are false, and would have no cause and effect, after a hundred years there is no me without you.
Trance between me as if you saw, extend a hand to touch only to a blank. I know that after a hundred years you will still be you, just short of my thoughts.
Twelve
Chaotic wind my hair, I do not care, go slowly at the cold of winter the streets. I am numb to move forward, a bit vague, vague to see you at my front step by step forward, you are far away from me more and more.
I am runningyou know that you disappear in my eyes.tostopped, I began to laugh, laugh themselves silly, foolish smile own.
Thirteen
Room, a book filled with the entire table, I sat in front of mountains of books, sighed. Silent a moment, I suddenly stood up, hand grasping those boring-breaking book, hard to go threw the wall in all directions, and then put their own fell to the bed.
A long time, those who put me up a book to pick up a re-up on the table, helpless smile, put thebury themselves.
Fourteen
To lie on the table, my face buried deep his crook of the arm, tears out of even such Chung. I have been doing deep breathing, the fluctuations in an attempt toheart, but I can not own.
Fifteen
I unloaded a hypocritical smile, put a tired face. Sentimentally attached to your still, but I learned to hide.
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My life is still, as always, calm, volatility is only when you think of tears.
