Looked at the clock

Looked at the clock, display is seven points. For a long time on such day is not in those words poured out, I seem to have forgotten this feeling. At this moment as if back to the past, is still a person, a lamp. Yellowing photographs on my wall I tell its vicissitudes, pen on paper "Sha, Sha" sound, the music in the CD, also has its own distinct slow and rhythmic heartbeat, which conjured up a pair of like a picture of the day. So, I was in the memories. Lay out of fragments of memories, trying to piece together a complete set of its own. Always disappointed finding: no matter what section of my, but has become blurred, it is difficult to identify. Sometimes, I am such a person does not belong here at all? Or my own desire to open the door is closed by his own hands? Everyone in order to
I dream at the expense of their own and ask the sublimation of the mind. I am also willing to pay for their own "dream" and abandoned its air accumulator, the pursuit of inner liberation. But I don't want to die in silence, and nothing. Right now, I was weak, struggling craving redemption. And I understand, the only way to rely on only one.
Birth of Su Shi's contradiction with the WTO, I would escape and address conflicts. In fact, our biggest source of conflict, is to own a restless heart!
Sleep sleep! Fell asleep and never woke up. Lonely people salvation we stay alive undead!