There are only 3 people I love. they are: I, Me, and Myself
Life is like a wild hilly river, the speed and the waves of the water are heavy.. and the way we stop and suppress it through our emotions feels like we are against a huge natural force! !
I can except and accept that I'm in pain.. but I also want to make sure that I'm cheerful.. not dead. I want to be in pain with a cherish of life.
All the doors of my room are open, they will remain open forever. Wish to go? Walk yourself out, plz do. Care to come in? Please Come in.
Another glass of wine Another question and so many answers; Many people and so many small talk, And then, You call me by name.
I don't really like writing ALL ABOUT ME. If you could jump right here into my keyboard and write some of your lines. That would make a Couplet of YOU and ME. Doubt me if I can read. It had been so many decades since someone wrote to me. So I forgot to read. NOW I only can write. No, NOT reading. It won't be nice if you don't see me reading your letters.
Life, River, Woman! Come! get closer! The earth is burning Who is to burn her lips at my funeral?
Love has to decay, if it does not decay over time…, it's not love. And, if it's not love, plz become more satisfied… Perhaps it's something more than Love. But if it's Love, it has to decay over a period.