perhaps

Perhaps, at some time, I have been used to loneliness, pain, let me fly between the sadness of the text, painful memories, let me accustomed to the night's sorrow, the passage of time, somewhere in a certain scene, let my heart again sad, and continue to spread and grow.
Like a person who can't drink, he also wants to drink these wine by himself in this dark and quiet night, so that he can numb his nerves, keep the peace of this moment, throw away everything, and always indulge in this moment.
Perhaps, in this world, it is very entangled. Sometimes, somewhere, looking at familiar scenery and experiencing different things with heart, maybe everything has two sides. If you look at sad things and people, you will always feel sad and heartache. Want to escape, but indescribable in the spread of.
At a certain moment, a place, one, and one, tell yourself that you can't do that. Don't be so incendiary. When the mood is not controlled by you, think of this, but in the opposite direction of development, I want to calm down. Think seriously and reflect.
Just want to be here and here now, just want to seal these stories, with a light step forward.
For a long time without writing, lying on the bed, accompanied by the sliding between the fingers, a moving character was popped out. Just think of the characters in the heart.