2011年01月07日
Whet the shell of sand
When a burst of breeze once blows and blew to fall emotion.Become accustomed to from the vulgar life, so from vulgar then be like a shadow, more want to escape more with get tightly ……fear eying of other people, whenever fear and then start stiring up by this time, be like together put on don't drop of scar.
Immerses in the sea water don't lead of there is a shell in place, the shell accepts house tightly not to stay some blind side, all allly packed into darkly in, like to darkly also become accustomed to blackness, because darkly in only have oneself, can also know own existence, need not go to afraid of, originally dark in have future.
A lot of years of forget to make the shell had the impulse to open atrium, but very have the misfortune to be she opens body to prepare to accept sunlight of time, a grain of sand blew into a skin, from now on having can not escape of distress, originally this is the world of outside, have no fine, don't love, Be just improbity and greed ……
From now on and then accept heart more tightly, an ugly shell's destining is deserted, didn't beg without the desire.Not, not is lay up and is ice to seal.Didn't is painful not to rest have no, and was different from sea water to once blow sandy beach, allly print to record all disappearances, but more long more deep, more deep more painful.
The probably soon later sand will whet a brilliant pearl, but how long?Is like an undecided type, forever must up and down beg after leading just can get number.
Only wish is forgotten, much in the unmanned corner a personal awake, a personal happiness, a personal sorrow, one personal life of calmness, afraid is disturbed by a little very small ripple, so much time doesn't dare to touch, someone tells me;I, in fact very good, but I can't see, is the view that the night was too black to impede me, is still only too strong, fainted my eye?Still fear to see in mirror, fear to see oneself, because of that sand.With other people walk together, always feel that having no other people is beautiful, there are more no other people excellent, I can be a very ugly duck to hope other people.
But I always believe firmly one day there will, the sand son will whet a pearl of beauty, radiant and extremely keen ……
My hoping is recent of this time, because I hope that the sweat can give me repay this time, I don't need future, want ～only now!
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