This life needs to be processed with time

When sad from the painful droplets accumulate as the load stomps on the strait shoulder where time also ran away me alone. Where only eye drops I can know when smile bloom is a thorn to me like inhaling in the mud I trained. I have not long felt laughter on the face of what else is happiness of heart, is there my inhalation will nafask back I wait, if only you here at this time bandage just sorry you do not care unlucky i woke up from reality that there is now only dream like black swan in half mud.