I was eloquent at 20 and speechless at 21.
No courage to shout, no patience to whisper. The collision of thousands of words only vanished in an instant. In the emptiness, I cling to your warm body, trying to enjoy the silence of life.
However, you gently pushed away.
I love you.
I want to love you.
I want to love you but I can't.
You have to go, follow that icy river away, the huge statue points to the sky, the cold sky starts at 10 am this morning Scattered snow. You and the statue collapsed on the boat of the dead water.
No, don't point me to heaven, don't let me fall into disappointment again.
Open the door, the body ascends into the Garden of Eden, and the soul falls into Sodom.
That is the red color I once loved, the red hall can make the girl in white lightly, that is the preferred mother; there is also the temptation of selfishness, the use of selfish lovers The passing of years takes possession of the wandering soul; the husband who begs for help, his cowardly soul smeared with blood; the blood on the shards of glass, the forbidden lust; and the corpse, the tranquility she enjoyed while she was alive—which one This passionate color is as cold as ice?
Or also, the ocean of revolution, the four houses hold the lamp……………………………………?
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I fell into the whispers of those lost people, a swamp of murmuring, lingering haunting, when I listened, they suddenly disappeared. Like a mischievous elf, teasing a lonely lost person.
Did you hear that too?
red gambling injury
Are you also tortured by sound ?
Because...so...even though...but...could it be... actually...anyway...but...but...
hey! Yep! what! Ah! Wow! Woo! Ugh! ......
Are you also trying to escape or blend in?
Ding ding dong ding ding dong...
dismantle!
The same failure: open mouth, but no voice; whisper, but not in tune.
Later, I made the heart of glass, and the solid transparency blocked my voice. The voice that you once praised as sweet, when you can't listen to it, it can only be silent, at best like the "hiss" of electric current. the sound of.
When did I start not being able to confide in you?
The abandoned girl has been waiting, thinking in the hat shop about her lover who went to the big city, before he left, he had taken possession of her body, which now lost its owner, and on rainy nights, she took off her clothes , on the street, eroded by its own madness.
But she can't say it. Like me, she will be like you.
No.3 in my beginning is my end
'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
'They called me the hyacinth girl.'
-- Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet , I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nonothing
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
_Od' und leer das Meer
. The high window came down and covered me, gently hiding the answer, urging me to forget, when was the first time I couldn't say I love you?
"God was in the clouds, just a blink of an eye"
We ran from the top of the tower, where God messed up our language, "He took my body from my love, took my sister and my brother"
--Fire on Babylon by Sinead O 'Conner,
we thought we could still communicate, and every time we ran into a wall and despaired, our infatuation didn't change.
The soul begins with a desire to escape to the cloud of silence, and it is destined to end in loneliness bound for life in the cries and whispers of others.
The trivial noise once again hit, stroked, penetrated my cold body, unable to enjoy the sacred silence, unable to blend in with the worldly noise. I traveled all over the world, trying to find one person in the failures and pains one after another, listening to my eloquent talk in my silent silence.
The fourth about the story
, I chose to be silent on this day, not because of the heavy snow outside the window, but only because of the music discovery that I lost my listening ears, dialogue lost lines, hugs lost my lover.
lonely, so.
The dead soul returned at night because she could not bear the bleakness of the river Styx, she longed for a living sister to warm her cold hands, she cried and longed for the heat of life, as helpless and desperate as any betrayal.
The living responded with scolding and panic.
Only Anna said: "I'll stay with you." This is the warmest sentence in the world. The big breasts like this faithful maid's cow comfort all the lonely dead and all the restless living.
Restlessness, gushing breaths, the roar of the lungs, the indifferent verdict of the clock, the cross-shaped light and shadow cast on my ceiling by the small restaurant downstairs through the cracks in the curtains, the moaning of the girl next door looms like a drowning cat, on the third ring road The traffic of vehicles kept coming and going into the night...
She asked in shock, "Who can save me?" But
the problem is: no one can save anyone.
Silent, silent, silent, our faces are silent in a still light - a total of four flashbacks, which is your past?
"Your silent past is my deepest sigh." As
the curtain went out, the lights went out, and I was hoarse, but silent.
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