I love, but I'm lonely

It's very quiet here. Very quiet, very quiet. I suspect that I am the only person left in stagnant time.

Reclining there, not moving, freeze yourself as a static scene in time. Time is moving, and the world is still restless. Outside, I believe, the traffic was still heavy, and there were many voices in some corners.

That, however, has nothing to do with me. A person in the huge rental house temporarily, or, the room temporarily covered in my empty heart. The busyness and weariness of the day, the noise, real or false, hid the name. Noisy never signs his real name. My heart was locked. I couldn't open the door of the room where I lived.

There are two sides to the bed, and all I have to do now is choose to sleep in the front or the back.

Purple curtain, stand in awe. Open, is a lonely night, close, is lonely themselves. Between opening and closing, the cold purple flow is repeated.

Some people, walking, walking, scattered. Whether once peer, or still sentimentally attached, we can not reluctantly gather and disperse.

On a familiar path, or rather, repeatedly. I leaned against the window and carefully identified the lot and the house. Trying to find the places where I had stayed, where the signs and the spring grasses had regrown, each place was like, each place was different, and I couldn't tell whether the years had changed the color of the buildings or whether the faces in my mind had changed. Used to be no longer. Things are far away from people.

We are always in the lonely life, eager to find a fellow or some people, to accompany them through a certain course of life, sometimes also simply think that the peer will always accompany, we will go through the ups and downs together, to share happiness and bitterness. Whether it is family, love or friendship, gather, we always don't think of scattered. We give emotion hard material, and artificially add fixed chains, emotionally choose not to be discrete.

Later, walking, walking, or scattered. In retrospect, did not experience what big differences, not even a solemn interview, some people were separated by the reality of the distance between life and life, some people were taken away by time, some people and some people feelings and enthusiasm natural death, still some people inexplicable separate, no sense. Time is a fierce sandstorm, scattering scattered memories on the beach, each memory, can not decide its own direction, some scattered, years or a lifetime will not see, some, broken corners, perhaps be rushed together.

And sometimes you don't even know which memory you and the discrete person belong to and which memory is related to.

After all, we got separated. Our hands are tied by time. It's not up to you, or any one person.

Maybe sometimes, you will think of a lost person, think of once together good, you will stop your lips on the rim of the cup, faint smile, maybe at one moment, you suddenly want to break the resistance of time, want to find the memory or once lost people, you imagine all kinds of ways and possibilities to find, maybe you put into action, maybe after consideration finally give up. What if we find it?

Once I saw a friend I had not seen for many years, she was a mother of a child, her husband and children, are far from my imagination together. And we, once close, has been time and distance wiped blood. I used to imagine that she would be happy, and I remembered all the warmth we had together. Meet again, we can only sigh the cruelty of time. I'd rather have her in my memory, in my imagination, all right.

Have you ever wanted to look for someone impulsively? Maybe you got separated for no reason, or maybe the reason for the separation was not explained to each other. You feel like you have so much to say. You want to tell him how much you've hurt and what you need to talk about in the days you've been away from each other. You want to hear from him why he gave up on you, even though, you know for sure, you're never going to be together again. You just because you didn't see his back, and can't in their own heart closure. You imagine that one day you'll be in front of her, or he will be in front of you, each standing there, eager to look through the other's eyes and find the answer you want.

Dragging such thoughts, stumbling through time. Mostly giving up. Turn around is not the only pronoun of gorgeous.

After all, it is scattered. A person to leave, naturally have a reason to leave. Hard to retain, to explore the answer, are in vain.

Everyone, will be left alone to talk to time, to be brave through your night and day alone. Really accompany you, is your own, really able to face their own, or you. Alone, is not a sad lonely idiom, but each of us to learn to bear the helpless, but also we have to try to grow strong.

If there is a person, you do not give up to leave, or he is still sentimentally attached, any kind of, will be in place after leaving, grow into a vine in your heart, if it is, in addition to eradication or spread, we have no choice.