I don’t blame you for not understanding my words

Layers of loneliness, transformed into the long river of words, in those untraversed desolation, interpretation of thousands of miles of lonely beauty. The loneliness left out by others is not the destruction of the body, but the helplessness of the soul. In a busy world and a rush of people, I don’t want to rush away even though I am swept by. I am just tired of all the tired trust in this familiar but unfamiliar space. If there is a corner in life, I will definitely go another way. However, time finally acquiesced in my regret. There was no passer-by armour, no flying angel, and no comfortable support during the journey. I could only drag my tired body and March hard. Occasionally I will receive a smile, which is such an inspiring signal, but it is just a smile without any possibility of extension. Tile, direct description, lyric, sentimental, and interlaced on my track. The smile was originally very beautiful, but if you add a mocking word in front of me, it would be so chilling. Your praise not only didn’t make my words go further and further, but also made it suffocated and died in a narrow space, just like some kind of happiness. I got used to sweetness but couldn’t stand being suddenly left out, it turns out that everything is empty, just like your shadow, coming and going quickly. I gradually realized that if the overwhelming happiness didn’t last, how desolate it would be once it stopped. My transformation, because you didn’t understand, I chose to find another way to settle down. At a certain time, I forgot to write a meaningful show in the space to stretch the sensational jokes of those splashing years. I don’t like to record trivial matters that are irrelevant in my life. I like to record every bit of soul significance. Sometimes I think about it inexplicably. It would be a pity if there is no criticism in life, but if the person I trust most gives you a full meal of tenderness, this kind of emerging indifference will more or less be accompanied by some bitter ingredients. I believe that the soul of this world is lonely. There are no friends in essence. There are only different scenery along the way. The difference is just the length of stay. Sometimes I gradually get used to the loneliness in the empty soul. Under the dark night, I can’t walk into other people’s dreams. I can only devote those cheap care according to my mobile phone. In some moments, I record the true feelings in my life passionately. In the ups and downs of the chapters of the words, I always have some familiar footprints to abuse below. Whether some of my hobbies are limited by others’ language, I can only smile bitterly, but you don’t understand my words. I write essays, poems and novels, but I don’t need any comments from you any more. The space is too small. Curling up in them will only make me feel depressed, I want to give my little emotions a pleasant temporary residence, which is also one of the main reasons why I choose to develop elsewhere. I don’t want to continue my performance by myself in a way of playing the guitar all the time, just like a painter who draws a lot of paintings. How lonely he will be when there is no audience, but I love words, that kind of faithful love cannot stop. When all kinds of people are intertwined in our life, how can I suppress your thoughts with my personal feelings? If it is an ideal, I will pursue it bravely. On the way forward, I will always meet like-minded people, my waiting is like a person sitting in the corner of the wall. Maybe I can open the door and see the scenery I like. I don’t blame you for not understanding my words. No blame, no hate, no expectation. Don’t be humble, don’t say anything, don’t follow the flow. I think maybe life should be like this.

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