Just a little break
I'll kill you, Sepi

It's dusk again. Living a boring life and finally, dying. It feels free to wake up in the morning, every day is always the same. I was always alone. Depressing.

I have to wait and wait, I don't know when to wait. Hope there's still a decent place to throw this loneliness in its place. When others go along with all their dreams and aspirations.

With his wishes and hopes. With the one who loves and loves. From the beloved to the beloved. I could only stare at him fixedly, and bow this head, so that his arrogance would not insult me.

So that I can't put it in my heart. Because my heart has been sufficiently desolate. Don't be insulted again.later he can be broken and sick. But how else, this is all I can do. Waiting, and waiting.

Until the body is tired. Without knowing for sure when this loneliness and loneliness will end. I never blamed the life that made me this way, never blamed why I was born. I never blamed my weaknesses and did not boast of my greatness.

Because what I have is ordinary. Only my gratitude is amazing. Because to me, that's all. Not one single bit helped me. If anyone had this little heart. Without cruel abandoning him.

Then I'll kill, deserted. Let go of her from this side. Night chants. Don't leave yet, I still need you to remember and remember.

I regretted not saying anything before he left. Didn't say she was perfect, and didn't thank her if she'd been heeding my every step. It is painful and also sad. Can meet and know him, but just meet and know him, who in the end can not have him.

Can only release it in willingness. I was stunned to imagine how beautiful it was when I could still see her The memories for her were so deep, even too deep. There are no memories for other souls. Heaven and sea, I'm sorry to complain. Because he is more perfect.

Shown In Eyes

His face was and always will be in this eye. In fact, until that time late at night. When the devil tries to explain how he met his destiny.

How he fell in love with the angel. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel, and how can he spend his time just waiting for the angel.

Wishing for a second he looked at her and looked at her. Until he is fragile and fades in time. He told me how heartbroken he was when he was thrown out of heaven. He suffered, suffered greatly, and his suffering increased when he found out.

That he had fallen in love with a beautiful and beautiful creature benama angel. From then on his life was like an enemy to him, but he also could not do anything, all he could do was wait and wait. Hoping that the angel would think a little and look at his condition on Earth, realize how difficult his life is without his presence on the side.

The sound of crying at night, the haughty morning and the jolly afternoon he often heard and felt. He regretted his eternal life, for in that eternity his pain and longing also became eternal.

“Truly tormented my life. I regret being a group that has denied the truth,” he said.

On a quiet night and rain.

“When there is a way to atone for all my sins, I am willing to exchange them for my immortality. An eternity that only makes me feel pain" he said.

Even the rose she had tucked into the rainbow for the angel. Through the wind at the end of the slight rain gives him a calm amid his loneliness and solitude on this increasingly crowded and old Earth. It is always returned by the sky in a barren and dry place.

Heart fuse. He always heard the fall of the rose, the red of its color and the sharpness of its durations and the mockery of the wind. Then take back the rose and clean it from the dust that sticks.

Then go back and wait. Until he doesn't know when this will all be over. With occasional crying.

To release the sadness in his heart, while saying, “Ohai poor true this fate. You must always know that I am a heart that always loves and waits for you. Not one single moment in this heart to hate and forget you. I'm crying not imagining how hurt this is to know you. But this heart hurts because I have immortality, but it cannot have you.”

Dreamtime

The thing I love about the night of Your creation God is. Dream, yes because in a dream, I can meet and see what I want but I can not achieve in reality. No matter what this life means.

Only in my dream could I see myself calmly walking through the day. Tough and sweaty to fix this life. I can help myself, as if I were God or God or something.

Only in my dreams can I see myself staring at each other. Strengthen each other, signal each other to do their best. Even if you are alone and lonely, do your best for your life.

My love for myself. In the dream. I dream about what I want to dream about, I do what I want to do. I became what I wanted to be, because I only had one life and one chance to enjoy life.

Yes, even if only in a dream. As long as man is alive, there will be no hope and no dream that will break. Just so he tried. Because every hope and dream will be broken when man is dead.

So dream. Free charging is free of charge. A lot of things are expensive, but somehow we can be strong in line. Even willing to spend deeply just to buy or pay for things or pleasure that is very expensive.

Not strong or willing to dream. Dream on. Dreams are beautiful. Try it!!! Don't expect too much from reality, but I'll always try to give this much to my reality.

Don't expect to get much out of reality. But, hope to give that much to reality. We will not lose our sense of life. Not too bad.

But I feel, I am not good enough to hope for reality, especially hope for humans. For it is as bad as hope and as much as sickness. Have you tried it?

If not. Then try. Wishing to man, like dew wrought by the morning sun. It will soon disappear without a trace.