I call it “Muddling / Muttering along” and it definitely is just that. It is the accolade of mutterings over the last few decades, as I have muddled along. Many have been said in contexts of mine and many more said, just to say them, as I have wandered life over many years. They fell together in a muddled mess and became this post…
Muddling / Muttering along…
Way, not only to go, and sometimes choose not only to remember, the heart, sometimes whispers, listens. We are always doing, should not do; injury should not hurt the heart, be for life, never touch the essence of life!
Time flies, time flies; life is like a drama unfolding, because too much input, but lost self…
Only when the music stops; just suddenly wakes up, everything is just a dream…
Watching autumn night after night, blowing yellow leaves, wind the blooming; Listen, autumn burst after burst, wet sorrow, playing deep thoughts…
I began to believe that autumn is a season for sad, sometimes with stray defeat dance, sometimes circled with the leaves, and sometimes can be cold with empty pillow…
Muddling / Muttering along…
Tonight was a cold night, a lonely night. I was alone for some twisted frozen time, a recall of ground called ink, pen and dedicated time to this harmonic, the surface outline those long years of quietly scattered horizon Love Zither…
I captivating, looked up and looked out the window, the night distanced getting stronger, getting stronger fades to black. Black, everything landscape barrier, as well as the hustle and bustle…
Slowly, I began to quiet down, however, the quiet is a knife, gently cut the reins, ideas, thoughts, just like a runaway horse, marching endless night, the shuttle in the memory of Hu Park, constantly stimulated since ripples. Loneliness, longing, frustration, sadness…
Huacheng Tao day, is big waves, and I, like the waves of the rocks exposed on the surface, despite the flooding, despite beating…
Muddling / Muttering along…
I had not the heart to recall the past, because of its birth painlessly, heart pain, but also hurt, you, but when the stroke of midnight, breaking the boundaries of today and tomorrow, I still, as always, secretly, hidden in the crevices of time, inside…
Since then, the memory will be like a dike, as unstoppable, hit me, and I can only hide under the bed cover, will wipe the tears drop and drop, will erase the memory over and over, and then wait for the tears to dry, fall asleep, dare to bare sweet smile in the moon’s clear Hui…
But in a battle with the tears, and who do not know, except for the wet cool pillow…
Perhaps many people will tell me, who have been passed, will not come back, trying to forget it. In fact, you have to know, I want to forget, to abandon some heartbreaking clouds, but who can understand the kind of thing you want desperately to forget, but it is the most difficult to forget…
Because whenever I wanted desperately to forget, only desperately think, in order to determine, their own can not breathe the oxygen so freely available…
Muddling / Muttering along…
Some things, if reached into the bone marrow, will become a deep rub some indelible mark on the soul, such as feelings, beliefs, and even a habit, and you are, I successfully reached the bone marrow, soft in my soul, becomes a memorable, but when I’m with you, wander in the happy times. The prosecution said, a happy days, when you actually walked away, leaving me alone to that lonely place…
When you are gone, How hurry, even waving to you did not give me time to leave. When I look back, you are already in the ends of the earth to greet me, and I, except to say “bless you” actually no longer find other words. For those cruel, those suffering, those thoughts, It can only be hidden under the mask of life, in front of friends and family, laugh before…
Some memories, looking at the time seem to have been dispersed to the end of the years, and already know the direction, in fact, it has become poison your soul, doomed in every sleepless night, so you Heart-breakers…
Muddling / Muttering along…
But I also know that a lot of things, in fact, God has given us, to arrange for a road test, if you can pass the test, then you can gradually abundance of his life, before being finally able to break the cocoon and fly. If you can not pass the test, then you are doomed to stay in the dark edges, can only ever be bound like a cocoon. Now hovering just below the leaves, it knows that it returns to Mother Earth autumn day, it knows its roots in autumn day, so even if there are ten million sadness on the tree, it is still falling down…
Life is like this, some people, he (she) is silly crazy from the start, meaning to love you, make you think he rushed for you, so you think you can bet her life. But when you and she really came together, in the years after the storm wash over each other, all the freshness are faded after only a dull, how many people can no longer break up…
Everyone said, time is a ruthless manipulator, it is not just our lives away and brought our own efforts to pursue happiness come away, the most detestable is reluctant to take it from memory. I say the time is good, it gives us a parting, will bring us together; it brings us pain, will bring us grown up; it gives us a passing, to bring us true love…
Muddling / Muttering along…
Just think, should the time, to find a time, when we do not love each other, not to take away from us the other side, those two people will live how sad day. One does not love his own people, but abruptly left in his side, although together, but live in the heart of the body in the right close horizon of life. If you really like this, then I would rather her time away from me, rather late at night a man broke our hearts, we must let go of her hand and let them find their own happiness. If so, we can also as friends, but their hearts are in the body in the horizon, right close, care for one another, bless each other…
In fact, life in this way, in life there are too many passing, passing some of these amazing, some gentle, some clever, some virtuous, some good, some elegant . We inevitably because of a careless throbbing , it will be stuck in a whirlpool owns life, but not in themselves…
We are not saints, so that a spiritual life, full of ups and downs, salty doomed. We are not saints, they can not read a feather floating in the air, and only in years of his life, after a lifetime of ups and downs in the grinding and erosion, it can be their own experience of mellow and mild. So please cherish, to bring us all the time, including sadness, including the difficulties, but also those who give us hard heart passing…
Muddling / Muttering along…
Do not schedule too full of life, life is not designed to be too crowded. Many also wanes, there were seasons, people have sorrow and joy, a lot of things, a lot of the time, do not like, does not mean, do not hit, always inadvertently, we will work with rough, bump, and sometimes even avoid the less. Love and impermanence, desolate dead, left in the heart of the past, although it is difficult to erase the hurt, can it be our longing for the stars…
To no longer confused, then please give the mind a window to let you through the vicissitudes, to see life in all the scavengers, and then as a future treasure, intentions to collection, in time becomes four precipitation overflow fragrance.
Autumn wind is constantly blowing, autumn has also continued to name, his thoughts ran to the tired, but those lonely, longing, frustration, sadness … storms formed gradually subsided, and I like the experience after this brief period of erosion, a natural disposition to become a little indifferent up.
As sad as being an unhappy pillow, Half – Half sad joy…
Muddling / Muttering along…
Post by Kyle Keeton
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