"I could have endured the darkness if I had not seen the sun; but the sun has made my desolation a new desolation." -- Emily Dickinson ------------------ ---------------------- It was only later that I nodded and admitted that all the beautiful things that I have seriously fantasized about over the years have been achieved with all my strength, even in the The sincere vows made in front of the Buddha are ultimately all illusions and illusions. And all the real gifts in life are mostly unexpected joys, and most of them are approaching and touching that I never dared to think about before. This is punishment for an idealist and compensation for a romantic, and I totally accept it. It is the fireworks in the darkness that make people believe that all meteors depend on each other at any time, and the universe is not cold and dead. Like a red-haired Tallie who appears to be riding a horse from a gloomy pasture to Abigail's farm, love is a surprise beyond one's imagination. The most paradoxical thing about life is that the moment you are most excited is the encounter you are not ready for. That momentary throbbing nails you in place, too late to make an elegant and decent rationalized response, everything follows instinct and primitive impulse. "My heart is a leaf, wrapped by the fast-flowing water, rushing through the rocks, reaching the waterfall in front, and the leaf soaring out, reaching the mid-air, floating by itself." Especially when all of this has nothing to do with gender, only about love becomes even more precious. ------------------------------------------ "It was not those who showed the least who felt the least" Just because some people are not good at expressing themselves doesn't mean they can't feel it. It doesn't mean they can't feel it. However, the essence of love is not a dangerous relationship, but a solution to insecurity. Writing here, I suddenly feel that it is difficult for people who are too rational to really invest in a relationship, because they always keep their own cards, and always have the priority of their own and their future. Thinking of this, reason dragged the snow and ice again, bringing people back to the love wasteland again and again. I often stand farther and higher now, and observe the ups and downs of my needs and emotions. I find that in the wasteland, some people have settled into the ground, but in the paradise, some people are at a loss. Can' t you just let me be? "You smell like little cookies" when Tallie kisses Abigail for the first time. The sweetest sadness in your eyes...clever trick... After Tallie left, Abigail stretched out and lay on the wooden table. At that moment, she was completely immersed, completely opened, and completely carried away. She left her family, her era, even her femininity, the shackles of her framing, only in shock and ecstasy. Astonishment and joy. Astonishment and joy. Astonishment and joy. Your fingertips across my skin The palm trees swaying in the wind Images... ----------------------------------------- Every morning I wake up and I think that I never want to be far from you. Exhausting all expressions, from words to bodies, and then ushering in the inevitable separation. Like "Portrait of a Burning Woman", those loves that begin with separation as the premise end in seeking benevolence. Going back to the title "The World to Come", maybe it's more like "the afterlife", or "the world reached by imagination" mentioned in the conversation between Tallie and Abigail. In that world, no one's life will be consumed by the catastrophe of marriage, and no one's emotions will be limited by the cage of identity and times. From now on, there is no need to separate the heaven and the earth that love each other, and the moon and sun can still be in the same sky. When we meet again, I don't have to open my eyes to see your back, all promises are eternal like stars. After Tallie left, Abigail stretched out and lay on the wooden table. At that moment, she was completely immersed, completely opened, and completely carried away. She left her family, her era, even her femininity, the shackles of her framing, only in shock and ecstasy. Astonishment and joy. Astonishment and joy. Astonishment and joy. Your fingertips across my skin The palm trees swaying in the wind Images... ----------------------------------------- Every morning I wake up and I think that I never want to be far from you. Exhausting all expressions, from words to bodies, and then ushering in the inevitable separation. Like "Portrait of a Burning Woman", those loves that begin with separation as the premise end in seeking benevolence. Going back to the title "The World to Come", maybe it's more like "the afterlife", or "the world reached by imagination" mentioned in the conversation between Tallie and Abigail. In that world, no one's life will be consumed by the catastrophe of marriage, and no one's emotions will be limited by the cage of identity and times. From now on, there is no need to separate the heaven and the earth that love each other, and the moon and sun can still be in the same sky. When we meet again, I don't have to open my eyes to see your back, all promises are eternal like stars. After Tallie left, Abigail stretched out and lay on the wooden table. At that moment, she was completely immersed, completely opened, and completely carried away. She left her family, her era, even her femininity, the shackles of her framing, only in shock and ecstasy. Astonishment and joy. Astonishment and joy. Astonishment and joy. Your fingertips across my skin The palm trees swaying in the wind Images... ----------------------------------------- Every morning I wake up and I think that I never want to be far from you. Exhausting all expressions, from words to bodies, and then ushering in the inevitable separation. Like "Portrait of a Burning Woman", those loves that begin with separation as the premise end in seeking benevolence. Going back to the title "The World to Come", maybe it's more like "the afterlife", or "the world reached by imagination" mentioned in the conversation between Tallie and Abigail. In that world, no one's life will be consumed by the catastrophe of marriage, and no one's emotions will be limited by the cage of identity and times. From now on, there is no need to separate the heaven and the earth that love each other, and the moon and sun can still be in the same sky. When we meet again, I don't have to open my eyes to see your back, all promises are eternal like stars. "Longing like every boundless wave in the sea, like the fleeting light of foam on the water surface, that's my whole life" ----------------------------- -------------- Every morning I wake up and I think that I never want to be far from you. Exhausting all expressions, from words to body, and then ushered in the inevitable separation. Like "Portrait of a Burning Woman", those loves that begin with separation as the premise end in seeking benevolence. Going back to the title "The World to Come", maybe it's more like "the afterlife", or "the world reached by imagination" mentioned in the conversation between Tallie and Abigail. In that world, no one's life will be consumed by the catastrophe of marriage, and no one's emotions will be limited by the cage of identity and times. From now on, there is no need to separate the heaven and the earth that love each other, and the moon and sun can still be in the same sky. When we meet again, I don't have to open my eyes to see your back, all promises are eternal like stars. "Longing like every boundless wave in the sea, like the fleeting light of foam on the water surface, that's my whole life" ----------------------------- -------------- Every morning I wake up and I think that I never want to be far from you. Exhausting all expressions, from words to body, and then ushered in the inevitable separation. Like "Portrait of a Burning Woman", those loves that begin with separation as the premise end in seeking benevolence. Going back to the title "The World to Come", maybe it's more like "the afterlife", or "the world reached by imagination" mentioned in the conversation between Tallie and Abigail. In that world, no one's life will be consumed by the catastrophe of marriage, and no one's emotions will be limited by the cage of identity and times. From now on, there is no need to separate the heaven and the earth that love each other, and the moon and sun can still be in the same sky. When we meet again, I don't have to open my eyes to see your back, all promises are eternal like stars.
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