Writing in My Life

leo269

There was a period of time,i forgoted I could release some thing inside me with the writing.<BR><BR>At that time I was very quiet , quietly came and went.The person In the circumference of me, the affire In the ircumference of me, and what I saw of and what i thought of , even if disturbingly noisy, noisy, I also seemed a fortress.I also smiled at the same time, seemed the one water.<BR><BR>I had recorded to say my viewpoint and felling before in my pen. I feeled i throw myself on the sky, myself saw the other myself.I talked this to the person similar to me , lonesome, and also <BR>solitude person in the human life. <BR><BR>I have writing down the sun and rain in my heart,the friendship withmy new and old friends now.In this way, myself see the other myself too.I talk with my friends who are similar to me. <BR><BR>I have a pair of melancholy and black eyes, you will believe, in the dark night, I write with the fire.When tired, I use the water for my lettering.But regardless how of way to write , this is all <BR>a too tired matter.But this is the process that a kind of struggling out from tieed up probably.<BR><BR>A butterfly is in the sky, probably this is the beauty but lonely idea.I stand at the road, the front of me is the blue sky, I walk went ahead, turn in the blue color in this one.......<BR><BR>Because of this,i always write down my ideas,in my computer or my notepads.In the future,writing will be keeping company with me in my life.