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aileenie · Posted: Thu 0:03, 07 Apr 2011 Post subject: Closed light reverie

imagination and memories may be also a sustenance but not too bitter tears of the night themselves. . .

bedroom light suddenly goes out his suddenly melt into the darkness so I sat down and carefully thought: perhaps it's only the dark until I have spare capacity and space to think about life.

sleep woke up opened his eyes never wandering or of the night everyone's dreams are very long a few days to do that all creatures are living in a dream I was too obsessed with this kind of life always only candlelight dinner eat dinner or supper. I often imagine myself lying on a transparent glass ceiling of the room a man quietly watching the stars thus I think lucky you may even see the occasional meteor across the promise of cheap but also the desire together again but also as before frolicking not estranged [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!

memories scattered to disappear off the end of the day the ears often think it is intentional or not I do not know the sound of the sighing . . Either way this gentle compassion so I can not face and could not help but at night I thought to tears [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! The psychology of loneliness hiding never mentioned to others.

fall of that year seems to have quietly slipped away leaving no sound kind of like similar to far away. . . The yellow leaves are yellow not yellow leaves among themselves with there is crushing of the affair after all the original has not been able to lay down their own [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!

the moon by the window watching the wet diary it is the result of tears disseminated in such a sad night I recall many times before the joys and sorrows [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! will always be ambitious enough our lives will never be enough importance. Maybe he was just a passer who is not owned happiness is only a passing moment?

Perhaps some grief is not a simple grief but mixed precipitation in the fermentation time and difficult to export all kinds of emotions they have nonstop nonstop day and night deposits and finally stretched from trivial to ignore feared the face of the fort I found this moment of grief was so weak in front of me so helpless. I always tell in words the hearts of desolation the more sad to write more suddenly find out that I just want to cry I need to vent a wound to tears!

eyes slightly faint sadness tears in his eyes but still refuses to fall. . .