One said after being gone for two years "accept it with a smile because bitterness is not like black coffee, it's nice on the tongue 👅 but it hurts the stomach." Stories that are not pleasant to enjoy sometimes have an effect on the stomach, the burden of thoughts makes "stomach acid rise", this is the problem I face, I think about money but forget about health.
A beautiful day for an amateur writer, brewing tea instead of coffee with a cigarette accompanying me, looking at the morning with the leaves swaying in the direction of the wind.
The world becomes cruel if we act cruelly, the memory still lingers about my mother's words, "be kind to others if you want to receive kindness."
Cigarette smoke billowed upwards, my eyes felt sore but my brain continued to wander.
You know the park? As beautiful as flowers are, they won't be attractive if you live alone without anyone to accompany you. That's how life without problems will feel monotonous without color. If you like watching Korean films, there will definitely be tears and happiness. Plants become beautiful when the colors are in one community, when I return to the cool touch of morning dew.
The tops of the leaves will not wilt if the morning dew accompanies them, they live happily in the morning but they have to wither until they wilt with ultraviolet shots during the day, I am like them sometimes I am in the bullrun phase but drown without oxygen. I have gone through so many colors, all for good but sometimes my mind only focuses on the blackness of the world.
Like crazy, when desires cannot be implemented, I cannot calm down, rush, worry. My thoughts on socializing with the world lie in the expression of my brain to return to writing again. It's really hard to hold back the undeniable turmoil as if I want to steal someone to be my friend to talk to, but I realize that I'm just like a plant if not touched by humans.
I return Because I want to be touched, I return Because my soul is not finished and I return Because I know, I am like dew.
Thank You !