Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Sad just episode

Have imagined walking in the city, living in a warehouse called the forgotten, only the name, a signature on behalf of will and restrained.Curse of the dream was yesterday, without any trace, nor attributed to whose fault, as the growing outflow of tears I believe in my way will not give up when stopped.There is an abnormal growth of the firm can not guess exactly like the curse, the blank face, no waves on the endless growth of the skin, without water, can be lush foliage, like control of the youth live in the heart palpitations.Will often want to leave, could not find a starting point and destination, filled with endless travel ****, still inside every cell doing regular exercise, they do not hate my regular time, and with physical pain or if his voice hoarse, as if silence gave me a reason, therefore, that offensive again and again.So, always want to leave, the endless left until you reach the soul possession of an unknown land full of the feeling of belonging, no guessing, no peep.Trip is given as the baptism of the soul springs, no matter how many there have been forgotten in the face and smile, do not stick end of the road there is no uproar in the beautiful, all the pain, but because subconsciously do not want to forget that fills, or too would like to forget.Memories can not be emptied, when all efforts are not effective, the tears will no longer be noble. The first hint of wind of life without pain and misery, without the stigma of the tragedy, people are remembered, only remembered.Inadvertently revealed the deserting our ideas can not hide, when you see the face of the mirror in the cold only when remembering their youth is young, this is just a way of depression, at the distant, non-stop chase happiness, but it felt from the being farther and farther.Light and the sound of passing ears of the past, with a fudge of the understanding and appreciation of human nature. Indeed, this is not who can complete freeze of the world, hidden in everyone's good and evil, rather than on abstract thinking and novel plot. And, perhaps, simply does not matter good or evil., Are all secular definition of Bale.Life continues, all the gorgeous and smiling over, everyone should be brave to stand in this we have not been or will lose the world.Moran, gradually deserted exile, throw away the stubborn and mean difficult decision to return to beginning of life of piety and faith. Heart, stand in this world full of contradictions and hope, to forget the past, forget the guess, a good living. But, not just alive.Diffuse in the direction of the sun faith, the courage to go to the next fork, looked up it will have.

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