I know that she loves Hughes more than herself (when she is alone, she always dies first, and she can’t even write poems when she is with Hughes, let alone death), I envy her finding her own Love (she said that only Hughes is worthy of her in this world), and fell into her own love bell. . .
She never thought it would become like this later.
At noon on August 19, a person stood alone at the crossroads. The heat of the whole body surrounded every side of the cell. The hollow sound of cars and the chaotic pop music of shopping malls actually exceeded the speed of air flow. Coming farther and farther. I walked back and forth in the streets more than a dozen times, and I didn't remember what he looked like that day. The injustice in my mind finally hit my entire eye socket.
At this time I thought of Silvia.
I sent my hand to my mouth, opened my lips that were slightly curled and closed because of my grievances and grief, and bit it hard, but it was already very painful before the bite broke, and I looked at me again. The whitish skin reveals a series of small purple rivers, if it breaks, will it have its own direction and will never recirculate? If it breaks, will everything freeze and it will never change again? The most sincere pain.
However, so thin and so thin, it still shows its strong resistance. I still vaguely smell the scent on my wrist this morning. The smell of a mature woman is strong, forbearing, and hopeful for life, and I can clearly see the direction of direct sunlight when I am muddled. . I thought I couldn't do it at all, but I couldn't make the skin break even a millimeter of holes.
After being tossed for a few hours, I returned to the place where I was standing. I thought that time passed very slowly. Who knew I would hit my head all at once.
Silvia, we are all lonely hearts.
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