I finally left the Prokofiev. Almost no reason.
The early autumn after the summer, I have promised and Prokofiev with, marry him, he also promised to not let me on the spot and from pain. We decided to do a mental couple. Good number of the weekend, he took me to the mall to see the ring, watching wedding, to see a small cup, bowl and small spoon. All life, and from the reality closely related to the content, in my eyes emanated a unique eye-catching luster. At some point, I really thought that they could completely rely on the love in the spirit of Prokofiev's death is not willing to walk out.
I am a dual personality of the people, at home, in a warm environment, will rely on those who give me the most loving family, the joy, anger, sadness and joy, all integrated into them; and out, I only absolutely rely on their own, any contact with me is a kind of wet violations, I have refused to wet, even shaking hands with others, hold to sweat, I will be sad for a long time, so that washing hands carefully, as if it had at some point both hands are not me. However, I have a lot of people do not have the content, I like fantasy, like the imagination, more like fiction or fiction to help a friend with the building. Into the bones of this to the customs and habits, to die no change.
I always love to meet some of the imaginary written text, or story, like how I had been like a warm and lively. Desire this kind of thing, after all and I was as far away as they are the eternal sky, flashing, inverted the stars, they do not like "Love autism" that an accurate out of the stars in my head as easily fall , I will never become the world's second lucky. Sometimes I try to close them, but I go faster, they are more distant from me, that was my life's direction has not arrived. Possession, desire, love, life, these issues become a source of my headache since then stationed in my world, my life. Regardless of the number of encounters, both in the results stick to an idea: I am a pure woman, then, is never close to the people.
Early autumn, just to, I was about the Prokofiev, the great room which leads to the tree-lined road music for him, and he went to a fortune-teller to superstition a birthday at home Mr. character. My brushes are likely to think of the South's past, as well as South-South and British-lan's birthday horoscopes, then, I have asked a long time but the house's first big news of the classroom. However, I am a large classroom which leads to the tree-lined road music to go for a long time, and I think for a long time. I think together with Prokofiev days, the early summer to late summer and early autumn, then suddenly everything came quickly, which makes it a dream I often hallucinations. Stand in the sun, I walk in a bowl of red soup from the feeling in the warm and gradually, a little dry, but my heart will always be moisture intrusion. I think this probably comes from Prokofiev's rapid and enthusiastic, he kept us in the beginning to gain a satisfactory outcome of his. Perhaps his strong wish to get rid of that field from the elders of the engagement and the kind of life I was his ups and downs of life that a straw in the encounter.
In the days, my ears constantly ring his urgent voice: Come on tell me, can not marry me; Do not worry about the next life, I cut his shoulder grinding division of art, enough for you to plant trees need bread, milk; you to tell me, you have to marry me, I counted one, two, three ... ... in this urgent voice, mad me over and over again, over and over again cry, I cry out: "Do not forced me! let me quiet, let me quiet! "because the intelligence was not enough let me make it clear: one man and one combination of wedding and daily necessities in addition to the external addition, fusion is the pure spirit of what the concept is what whether I can withstand and face, it can be content as Prokofiev days. I also strongly feel that Prokofiev is a lot more than I want real people, he cares about the outcome of anything, even just beginning. With his sensitive and delicate, the thinking, he can imagine the numerous outcomes, there is sadness, there joy. I am not, I was unable to foresee the outcome of the people, the past is that the future is. But one thing I can not foresee the outcome, but most are good at creating end, my pain, is this good and solid as a deposit down. God gives to the fate of the unpredictable, but also give people the privilege of personally create on the fate of the only creators who personally is based on the arrangement of God, on this point, no one can go into hiding.
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