Bonnie D Smidt
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Stories (10/0)
Your tethered soul
Not to be influenced by the outside world, it seems that I can't do it just because I want to. It's hard to control, just like you can't pray for rain to fall in time on dry land; or you spend two dollars on a lotto ticket and think you can win a thousand or eight million. It's hard, it's harder than the sky. I am still the one who has a lofty ideal but is slow to realize it.
By Bonnie D Smidt2 years ago in Confessions
Before I met you
As we grow older, we feel more and more that the love story that ended up not being together is more beautiful. Life is a lonely individual, and in the end, it is also lonely to leave. You and I met each other to love and know each other, spend a good time together, and in the future trajectory of life eternal leave each other's influence. Even if this insignificant influence is to let me leave this world with more light in my heart, it is enough.
By Bonnie D Smidt2 years ago in Humans
Waiting, coloring the mountains and water course
Waiting for a person, like a dull cloud, long, endless, the whole life, but also just for that moment of meeting. A colorful attack on the wait, just to color the heart flowers, fury in the brow, mountains, and mountains, and water, in the dream hometown, spring flowers to spread, butterflies dance warbler cry, bee dance flower fragrance, red bloom green a journey, green diffuse wrist, wait galloping heart deeply, you come, I came, fate came!
By Bonnie D Smidt2 years ago in Humans
A path to life and death
Silent space, alone, put out a melody, and let the melodious song soothe my twisted heart. In the dawn, I stepped on a dark road, this road fog in a dark curtain between the shuttle, the cold wind shuttle, some depressing clouds sinking and falling on the road people's heads, the air, with breathless suffocation, whistling wind, some sharp as knife tentacles, hidden, quietly crossed people's cheeks, pain, from the bottom of the heart, some tear drops, from The group of silent people's cheeks slipped, tick, fell into a broken petal of ice particles.
By Bonnie D Smidt2 years ago in Humans
Falling Flowers
In winter, everything withers, the north wind is sluggish, and the snowy road is alone. Sparse people, the whole over are wrapped in clothes like a dumpling, the face can not see the face, hands can not see the hands, some children are like a big fat cotton ball, very cute. People walk up a clatter, thick white snow, leaving a string of footprints, different sizes, shades of different, looking from afar as if the clothes are strange pictures.
By Bonnie D Smidt2 years ago in Confessions
Everyone, all alone
A person walking on the stranger of the time, the wind of the years blowing gently, encountered although not all beautiful scenery, but also the heart is elegant, not too many ripples. The fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not only interested in the actual products and services but also the actual products and services.
By Bonnie D Smidt2 years ago in Humans