It is in human nature. What if they love so much; Or we get angry at the existence of insufficient loves in our lives.
In my forty-one knotted thoughts, if my heart is as much as a pill, you cannot go back and say where I went wrong.
Now, in this society, the bar for love to be epics or fairy tales is not like that, it is very high.
He says, "The wind does not cover the shame on the footprints, you see it as if it is dry, it takes you in front of it and takes you pufff". It is in vain to stretch like this, it does not get you anywhere. On the contrary, I would say it pushed deeper fears and expectations. The soul is not insatiable enough, you are a high plunge, your hand cannot reach your neck, unhappiness is not what we have in our hands.
This morning in my own life! I have opened the door to the pain and open the door to the pain, come on, I have not been able to experience any beauty that I have to live with you. Please! without making your voice. and I said go away without looking back.
As if they stayed in my life. What happened! I was going to say what have I got until this day! I was sitting on the sixth floor and to leave those pains right in the middle of the street; he forgot that one should have another within his own distance
Let me tell the story of my pains for a long time and listen!
It was late afternoon; I was enjoying the friendship I established with my rose and purple flowers on the balcony and always thought my love for them out loud.
And suddenly the doorbell started to ring sideways. Due to the known epidemic, we are exempt from the right to host friends, neighbors. I woke up with a momentary start from all my thoughts with the sound of the bell.
My heartbeat was scalding with different sounds like a water boiling engine. In short, it was not a good deed that my pupils were condemned to a hazy light.
While the insistence of the bell ringing at the door continued from one side, after a long silence, he left me wondering who might have come to the door at this hour.
After tidying my red knit shawl that slipped from my shoulders and my hair that was falling apart, it was all a time that I gently stretched my head out from the balcony window and pulled it back immediately.
I was so bad by what I saw that boiling water poured down my head. My hands cut my feet to ice, my eyes clipped eyelashes like a low-voltage light bulb between burning and going out, it was as if a black brush falling in neon colors was still struggling to stay black.
What good? Yes, that minute I was just on the verge of aspiring to a white shirt. I pissed, my heart got out of place and kicked under my feet. Like a child and I'm just crying.
In short, the place and the sky are so narrow for me! I can't tell you I got into such a fit of anger! don't ask, he's taking a wheezing pain relieving breath; How can I close my ears to that voice coming from outside? And I took a deep breath, leaving only my inner voice in contact with me.
The rope of a flying flight in the sky broke and I was idolized at the moment of being capped to the ground. And I fall from the cliffs to the bottom of the wells.
In essence, what was it to my own devotion, how did I show such sustenance to my uncertain fate! what happened, how to step back in this relationship. I think, I think, I cannot make a single correct sentence in my favor. My tongue and my palate, I am a big spring interlocked with each other.
I was now a executioner who kept my sentences hanging in the void. I am silent, and where were my joys, who once came to life? Can I go again and find them where I left it?
Aay! The light of my two eyes, yareee! I could not say with what face and what right you came to my door. I just took me years before his arrival, how special his love was, and our heart was our brain, but it was everything.
Oof! I would come to my first door and leave roses, park the car two streets away for hours, stick to the lip and ash shake of his cigarette burning like a firefly, and I was re-imagining what was coming and going through his brain instead.
Because I had just recreated it from his own ashes. He could not deny that he was very loved and cared.
Ya! According to him, if you ask me who I was, I was that beautiful mother tongue woman who was locked up in a castle by bad-hearted men.
My window to happiness was high without light and sound proof. The plaster of my heart's walls was pouring. There was a bit of moisture, as well as on the tip of the eyelashes.
What happened to us, we succumbed to our hearts. we relocated another heart on the map, we exiled ourselves to the rural useless land. Was this really the labor? ...
We waited for each other, but we waited a lot, the result is always the same, it has not changed at all. We were left with everyone curled up in their own room and lying on the edge of their bed.
Life has boiled our senses to a high degree and the spoon has not been eaten and swallowed to the taste of disabled love. Sometimes we created obstacles to prevent a bite from being swallowed.
The lip burned; Our palate is burned. In short, one of our good deeds knows that they do not touch ourselves, and especially at night, in that silence of the mind, we have exhausted whatever we have to talk heartily to skin
We never took into account that the egoistic feelings built on someone's life might one day return and hit us with one shot of the same gun.
Come side by side, I would not put other loves in the sky with praise in the language of poetry. He lay on his back in the shadow of what we lived, sometimes laughing and sometimes not listening at all.
Due to the strict rules given by the society due to his job, he swallowed a lot of shreds and always threw good dice on his hands. She used to say, "You are the fragrant woman of my heart, the country." He would fit and sleep whatever I said.
Now the door was not ready for the ungrateful separation like me. It was a message that these days would be lived. The fact that he said he lost the key to the house a few months ago deepened my mind.
My faith is the creator of that universe, that as soon as the invisible is visible and left unattended, his lonely servant his heart.
The worst part is that there is no one in the house right now! Open the door, look for God's sake, and let me tell you what the comers have trouble with me.
He is my private, and the search for that love with my family has opened up deep rifts. Because yes, I was a state secret for his sake. A huge out of nothing burns me.
That door too; My soul was slowly reaching for the window, and the inside of me was saying "no! don't let me see".
I'm blind; how much I missed his green eyes, the scar on his chin. How did that scar on his chin! I guess his mother recognized him and he fell on the bucket of water while he was making bread, and the thin marks on the edge of the bucket left him a memory. Yes, memories, memories, remember the place in us that cannot go beyond a huge nothing at the moment: What a summer!
Actually, the more brave you are in your love, the more brave you are in your departure.
When I woke up in my dark states and came to myself, I stretched my head out of the window and said who is he with a loud voice.
This time there was no sound on him, his car was still running at the door.
Oy, the son of my mother tongue, his heart is buried under seven layers of earth, his head bowed, he cannot say a word. Like before me ...
I realized that! The room was silent because they would hurt me.
Even if it gave a voice, a run would go from the doorway, and I would scream what they made me experience in my hate.
