Half Crescent Moon and star embedded days; shadow hearts spill, phase draft.

Half Crescent Moon and star embedded days; shadow hearts spill, phase draft.

More than once in the black of night quietly smoking a cigarette, one after another. I awake to understand everything is gone, but just blindly try to deceive ourselves, so that my wounded heart more pleasurable. Disappointed, I don't know, but when you see that sentence, only to find yourself uncomfortable also heartache. In fact, you don't have to, I should be happy, should be pleased for her, for himself. However, the heart is why shaking so badly, I bunengziyi. Maybe, maybe it's the end, maybe the end of time, breathing accompanied by Miss depressing, suffocation. Serendipity did you?! Maybe.
Lost in thoughts, broken images, garbled dialogue, the opposite direction, is filled with chaotic mind. Maybe my soul belongs to the dark night, one travel, breathing unfamiliar air of the city, each issued feel the quiet atmosphere.
Wind is still soft and fluttering face, straightening out the messy hair. Sun's familiar pours all over, warm every inch of your skin. Also enjoy the day, wet accept baptism of sunshine and moisture, greed and enjoy such a little warmth.
Occasionally waking from a dream, recall fantasy every picture sense and looked at the ceiling, just watching, mind is churning, and inflation of 1.1 points. Original soul in silence is so clear, so transparent, so sad.
Midnight months clear, high star flashes. Long sleepless, to the misty eyes. Never forgotten in the past, the future is still fantasy. Now I am still without any achievement, dragging the body without a soul wander everywhere. Feeling death, feeling the fate, but had not wanted his change, change to look like. Struggle for me, into the silent lie, anaemic concept. What I have, who knows what!