Recycling

Too hard to understand

Maybe this is what is called twilight wishful thinking, limited to admiring colors and can not have.

Dusk on the western horizon as dazzling colors. The beauty I stared at for a while.

A sparkling light that seemed to be looming soon disappeared. Look at this self that often writes words in a feeling of serenity. Stay here, sit staring at the ceiling.

A book in my hand I still hold tight. Still resting strong. I contemplated an invisible dream, a dream I could not achieve.

At night, I once dreamed of a goose flying through the clouds. I flew with him higher than anything. At dusk today it appeared a flock of geese began to arrive as if giving a wishful response beyond the limits of thought.

Forever this soul will continue to chant the tones of love without a single disappointed that hatched in the body.

I fell silent within. He bowed resignedly and could not return to the path I was currently staring at from above. The road looks small.

I have no power, nor strength, nor can a weak self rise from failure. I choose to remain silent, without sound and still and peaceful in the arms of a white goose. We fly in the clouds. Then, it came down to earth with simple expectations.

When I stand on earth. The twilight had disappeared by the continuous rotation of time, the cold night accompanied by the blowing of strong winds brought unsightly news to hear.

Indeterminate bird news, false news blinds the memory of shame.

As simple as that about the scream that sounded very close, but so far from hearing. In fact, traced by sight, the walking legs and all the members present got along well, it turned out to be millions of kilometers away. Not in accordance with what was heard with the evidence.

That's mirage. Might? I never knew, never cared about anything else in my life, never thought much of anything. I have often questioned it.

“Why? Why did the nightmare come and I woke up in fear of the dream, I don't understand how it happened?” ask me to myself. I often question it so that this self is not too complicated to think about it.

I know the complexity of when the love in front of my eyes disappears. That's when I couldn't stand up anymore.

I am stranded by uncertainty, alone here lamenting the heartbreaking story I must face. I sighed for the umpteenth time. Nightmare scare really kept me awake all night. The whole night I spent in meditation.

Tacit. Not even sleeping can. My eyes have shown a light of pain. Sometimes this nosy hand rubs it. With a sigh, I reflected on improving myself.

I know that I've been through a lot, that a lot of time has passed leaving me.

But now, how do I get through this? How can I hide my hidden desires!

Ah, Shit. My molar teeth were broken, I was so scared that I didn't feel the teeth colliding with each other, I really didn't feel it.

A few words and sentences were spoken from my mouth, unconsciously this frustration hurt myself, somehow it happened, maybe because of the loneliness that made me so.

It's like the nostalgia of a thousand promises I've heard a thousand times. It made me know this all felt so different. Perfection of the soul shares a sense of love.

I don't know what it is? Wherever I go, I'm always haunted by guilt with a broken love.

A piece of wood seemed to be burned away by the flames of anger. A huge fire devoured all the beautiful dreams I had.

Hows it? How do we deal with all this? A few complicated questions came back to me. I lay helpless.

I felt that I would not be able to face all the fears of self that increasingly continue to hurt feelings, even the fears that I now experience have made me helpless, destroyed by self-incompetence against all the thoughts that come, and all the thoughts that come my way, but at that moment the twilight greeted me so beautifully.

The yellow light that seemed to loom on the western horizon made the atmosphere feel very comfortable. “I miss you at dusk,” I said staring at the dim twilight and sunset, changing the dark night light.

When the heartburn recalls the moment with the lover of the heart or various illusions that come uninvited. Sometimes that's where the sadness comes to greet yourself.

Who wants to invite painful memories that come or illusions that are not pictorial comes to mind, both kinds of flavors that seem to make the day feel more gripping. Who wants to invite him? Wh who?

The answer doesn't exist.

If you ask me? No one wants to invite all of that into the mind. It is the happiness that everyone wants to feel.

In the quiet night. I still can't sleep, right back and forth left. Even then, a word of speech was imagined.

The health that the doctor talked about at that time, made me worry, almost every night I went through it so, I don't know what? I don't understand it more clearly? Stone head!

I remember the advice I wrote myself. I sincerely want to improve in the future. “As long as you live in this universe, health is the most important thing, more important than anything else, without health the days will feel heavier, harder and more than anything.”

Those are the words of wisdom on my phone, words written for myself, but they are like a prank.

The look on my face signaled that my lack of sleep last night, for some people in the morning was a refreshing atmosphere, but not for me.

My body was limp with no power to get out of bed, this is how my life and my excessive self-assertion, the loneliness that I felt was just endless loneliness.

To me, this is all shitty. No one helped wake me up.

Not nothing, but I forget there is one tool, the alarm that I always set the time. The alarm always sounded and always faithfully woke me up, even though the alarm was not a person, but I considered him my best friend.

Friends who really understand when I wake up, when I shower and so on.

I screamed with all my might because I was late. Look, the clock is already showing at seven in the morning, even out there the sun is already laughing. Meanwhile, I haven't had a shower.

All this was my fault, but the alarm had built me up many times, but I ignored it.

“I'm late!” At that time, I again shouted loudly because I was still shocked and immediately rushed to the bathroom.

I could not believe it, only this time I woke up late, when before my best friend was the alarm, it was a tool that every day built me in the four o'clock early morning.

Just this time, I ignored him. What an unfortunate fate that befell this self with a feeling of indecision.

Finish shower. I also prepared to wear neat clothes, rushed to work. I prefer to leave breakfast so that it is not too late.