Don't be lonely if you don't sing love songs

Hidden in the corner, no one cares about the moment. I crouched in the noisy street, but there was a desolation in my heart, mixed with a quiet heartbeat, out of place with the surrounding atmosphere. I think I am sick, heart disease, and will not be cured for a long time, struggling in this rhythm I do not know when I can recover.

In fact, very soon, maybe it's a song, maybe it's a sentence from someone, and what's more comic is that it's inexplicable! Will be suddenly lonely in a quiet time, will be suddenly lonely in a moment, will feel desperate at some inadvertent moment. It's the kind of heart-to-heart despair. I have experienced the despair of heart death, that kind of pain is like a very thin and sharp knife in your heart and immediately pulled out, there is no trace but the pain is so real.

But slowly, everything is getting better again, and the sunshine is still smiling. But the fragility that I hide in the corner still exists, like a shadow, and it will never be absent when the light is there. Have I ever loved anyone? From the beginning to the end, I love, and only myself, I think I should not compromise for anything, I should not accommodate what for what, should not give up anything for what. But, oh, what is that and what is it? I don't think I should have a boyfriend, that is to say, I shouldn't have such feelings.

Is a lonely person, a person who only loves himself, worthy of love? Is a person who doesn't know how to give qualified to say love? Love is so sacred in my heart that I dare not pursue it myself. My original intention, the life I yearn for, should be free, cozy, without a partner, without friends, lonely and dark. It doesn't need light or heat. In a place where there is no one, lonely old, lonely and desolate in the face of death, quietly come to the world and leave this world quietly. Free, lonely, quiet, silent. Maybe one day, I am gone, maybe one day, I am in the end and not in is the same, that way, is not the so-called happiness? Now I am 19 years old, a physically young creature.

But the heart is hideously cold. Isn't it good for me like this?

Author: sunspots