More and more, I like the feeling when alone, meditating, appreciating, observing, rondo and narcissistic ...
In the time of solitude, I immerse in a touch of my heart, my sorrow and my sentiments. 明月有心谁顾念,清水无痕自怜香. The recollections of the past groudless, unbridled crying, allow the flying of my soul, the dissipation of my thoughts. And grand me the permission of doing nothing but relaxing moods, sophisticating spirits.
The memories don't walk flow. They bind into a purple frame, hang on the wall of my heart and reside in my heart, where is the best harbor for that alone.
Now, I have many baffling feelings. It really seems to life in a blink of an eye. Things around is a foil to my existence while my existence does simple embellishment to life. I have been a supporter of life, yet unconsciously exaggerated my role on the stage of life.
Grandually, I've learned lessons in life. It takes time to know and accept that I am just an insignificant drop in the ocean, a negligible pebble on the road. Perhaps this is the life facing a lot of challenges, many of the acceptance and loss.
Listening to music, writing things are good treats. Looking at my past characters , I see too many heartaches. In fact, they are only vent, the medical therapy I used to treat myself. Many things may never be any words of expression and characterization. All the changes may have associated with those feelings already departed.
When all become a thing of the past, my heart, used to palpate, quiet down. Didn't I care too much? Didn't I realize, the inner peace itself was a pursuit and beyond?
Time is always the best panacea helping me throwing all the troubles behind. I fly my soul, free my spirits, publicize my personality and embrace the people I love and care.
It isn't charm rather secularity from my heart.
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In the time of solitude, I immerse in a touch of my heart, my sorrow and my sentiments. 明月有心谁顾念,清水无痕自怜香. The recollections of the past groudless, unbridled crying, allow the flying of my soul, the dissipation of my thoughts. And grand me the permission of doing nothing but relaxing moods, sophisticating spirits.
The memories don't walk flow. They bind into a purple frame, hang on the wall of my heart and reside in my heart, where is the best harbor for that alone.
Now, I have many baffling feelings. It really seems to life in a blink of an eye. Things around is a foil to my existence while my existence does simple embellishment to life. I have been a supporter of life, yet unconsciously exaggerated my role on the stage of life.
Grandually, I've learned lessons in life. It takes time to know and accept that I am just an insignificant drop in the ocean, a negligible pebble on the road. Perhaps this is the life facing a lot of challenges, many of the acceptance and loss.
Listening to music, writing things are good treats. Looking at my past characters , I see too many heartaches. In fact, they are only vent, the medical therapy I used to treat myself. Many things may never be any words of expression and characterization. All the changes may have associated with those feelings already departed.
When all become a thing of the past, my heart, used to palpate, quiet down. Didn't I care too much? Didn't I realize, the inner peace itself was a pursuit and beyond?
Time is always the best panacea helping me throwing all the troubles behind. I fly my soul, free my spirits, publicize my personality and embrace the people I love and care.
It isn't charm rather secularity from my heart.
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