There are men there are wonmen. A
cigarette, we met in a hurry.
If one day, I have no sense of smell. "So what? just let it be"
If one day, I lose my sense of taste. "It's no big deal, remember not just fat&flour"
Yeah, we can also discover a lot of new fun, as if we haven't lost anything.
If one day, I have no hearing. The last paragraph I could hear myself was full of foul language about you, turning those make us special words into vile words.
Will you still be by my side? No, you won't. Just run away and I won't blame you.
I thought I would feel guilty for the rest of my life, but, actually it's starting to fade. I AM AN ASSHOLE!
But we're never that simple, we're strong on the outside and strong on the inside cowardly.
The days as we know them. The world as we imagine the world
We have too many experiences every day, experiences that we don't take to heart.
One day son, you'll be in love and you'll be MISERABLE.
The irony is that when the senses slowly disappear, when we get rid of the anger, anxiety, pain, and turmoil, we can calm down and appreciate ourselves, our thoughts, and our hearts.
Our desires are gone, but our inner desires have just come out.
I'll still call you, even if I don't know if you can hear me, I'll say a lot of things I wouldn't say when I can, I want to get back to you, I need you, and most importantly— -I love you.
But I found that even in a city, I don't know where to find you.
Some people think it's the end of the world, others still believe life will go on, or just don't know what else to do.
There's darkness, there's light.
I sit in the dark. It's hard to tell which is worse: the darkness inside the house, or the bleakness outside. We really feel that the hurt will hurt as much as it is far away, and the comfort must be very close to be comforted. We finally let go of the nothingness that really exists. We have learned to feel the simplest beauty with a broken body. Warmth, understanding, acceptance, forgiveness, and love.
It's dark now,
But they feel each other's breath, and they know all they need to know.
They kiss, and they feel each other's tears on their cheeks.
And if there had been anybody left to see them, then they would look like normal lovers, caressing each others faces, bodies close together, eyes closed, oblivioned to the world around them.
That is how life goes on, like that.
You My heart is the place where I want to go back to the end of the world. Even if it is the end of the world, I am still glad that I can hold you together.
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