And then ... the times like this, from somewhere sadness, pulled to, offering emotion, pulled all the wool weak attempt at lip biting. When the water drops falling glitter cheeks, laughed at his self. Where do tears really, why can spit so easy. But that sadness with which automatically vanish?
The sadness, but I've never known the name, maybe it was the time I was left feeling alone, people rushing up and down between the lines of life, and I, stared stood in the road, caught in a pile of silk that feeling that you can not be removed. Amid the hustle and down it, hoping that someone stood back, giving her a sympathetic look. If the price is ... that is like that! Will stand alone know how ...

Often, it is the thought in my head, and how to look at the sadness does not last not first, that reason is not clear ... how I choose silence. Just silence, let him come and dragged her into the night without sleep, with eyes closed and you can not do with a gentle dreams. Maybe sleep is also startled awake, and realize its a lonely middle row of four white walls lingering smell fresh paint. Oh! But then I realized, deep sadness as the hollowing out, it makes the whole night is also no longer a safe place for her to win ....

Often, many people will find a place for support, one can corner emptied out his heart to an emotionally comforting quiet, hoping that the next day everything will come back in the order laid out in the sky clear after the storm. But the hardened and arrogant ingrained in the blood of the twentieth daughter not allow her to beg sympathy from others.

"I usually respect his sorrow, seeing the pain of others as a course of life" - Somewhere I read these lines, and contemplate the fact right! If it can find a little peace beside his comforting words, the peace in exchange for getting little ones will be worried about - that we have little data in the human eye, with the self-esteem in the eyes of . The back of his inferior python or just the jealousy in the eyes of others. The loneliness of themselves as lacking family side is the soft or rough life before .... And then, I gradually silent, self-gnawing sadness for her as a course.

Often the more sad, I say as much, and laugh a lot. Because if so, do not be sad occasion in my spread. In return, maybe a certain moment I forget about it, to find their own fun. I do not know how many people realize it or not - but compared to the sedentary sullen, silent and himself went on solitary odd ball. I like his way happily put it aside and not care about it between crowded place. To no one so pay attention, do not receive eye sympathy, not begging for attention and not too eye-catching as the "I am very sad, please!"

Maybe, I'm a girl so arrogant, like the auto rotate everything by the power of self, self - self-chiu, self - self-standing, self-sore - heal ... So two mixed personality traits in a man that a lot of people say that my exposure is difficult to understand. So confusing, so difficult to close, and so unapproachable, so the harder the body.
With the silence - I wear his burning sorrow blueberries!

I can sleep really early, then won a full white night just to cover his head, sitting alone in the dark, even for a split time last night to day, pulling into tomorrow today ... despite everything, I next to it, and see things vague in the vague of a night light, not even moonlight.

Usually I choose so that alone - alone to roam - a self-selecting certain location. Enjoy the surroundings, the immediate scene, watching people pass by, smiled softly if you experience the love that simple beat yourself seen.

And will again run in lanes spiraling crowded there, so just run on gasoline until the red line. Along with that, even with tears rolling down, I sing - to sing - sing songs of sorrow makes me sadder - singing melodious tunes winded. And of course, I wear a mask - so no one knows I'm crying and singing like a fool ....

There are also moments of weakness, thinking that he should choose to say it than to not hold back. But the fleeting life, who also have their own lives, no one selfless enough to the side, listening and understanding narrative in the tangle of emotions winded than it rational?

So, to all the sadness that he does not explain, it is best to silence ... silence, silence that it will go! Just stir their emotions struggling for some time alone ...

Sad to much, to much pain, loneliness and much, much disappointed ... and will be too familiar with it that day itself felt as an adaptive evident. Emotions come, bring your memories, wet nights long time, and tears poured out so that the burning heart cramps ....

Then what?
Coming tomorrow, also will continue to stand up, remove the silk tangled relationship to free yourself, to not be left on the sidelines of life, so that when someone alone in his sadness then caught himself in main image. And we chose silence, smiled and encouragement for people facing their sadness is the best way ....

I just nail that security, forgetting as memory, so please keep your torn by grief. There is sadness fills with joy anywhere. Funny moment when it is left alone to the spectacular in his own sadness. I would rather choose to face, or writhing in pain, where it also took out the opposite. Then it would be better, pain and more pain, but also subside faster.

That's how I face my sorrow ...