Rain falling incessantly. I still can not learn how to accept every sunny after rain down sadly. The rule of thumb remains at the same position, and always so helpless. I always less confidence, every miss every last return again and again confession does not help. Dashed hopes are called invisible; whether should learn wiser.
Not every one will wait for a smile in return. Habits like indelible blue pen, handwriting, cry over and over again. Silent only to conceal the air seems to say something. Every little trick I know everything, trying interpreted as a reason to smile, unwilling to let everything getting gray. In fact, though afraid of the pain.
Every day is an exercise. Inextricable problem like a door, each door can not be predicted after unknown.
Note : Looking for a mood, called the blue.
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