Whimsical the Life!

Strange old feelings come into it lately. It was as if asleep and dreams of days since my childhood tastes, scents to move on. I get strange voices in my head and old-new ideas fill the moments of solitude. As if last and the last time my main leperegnének moments. This is not a minute but a long exhausting day.

The first date I felt shivery thrill to discover myself and the monotony of everyday life just trod. Minutes passed before I realized what they really feel! However, I am sad.

Thousands of drops of rain today, I looked through the death, as the fall after joining the big puddle joint giving up the uniqueness of my sovereignty, and wait for the mass to be a light to a new ascent after another after falling to another self. But the water is just water, even though many forms, so many possibilities. Call or a drop of ocean swimming leg életnyi experience are worthless. The körforgásból I do not see a way out. Did this couple mililiter csurranat, which draws the blood vessel on my windows were all what now? Children face szétmaszatolt tears, old man, circulating blood in his veins, bird beak tangling pondró account ...

The reason for all this time. Passing moods today do not cling together, change each other senseless. I'm looking for myself, I like some of the old presses. All I had left something of himself. A gesture, a sound can not be compared to a feeling on my arm. Sleepless Nights rámizzadnak and trying in vain to the terrace with a cold wind, cigarette packs are drained ... it moved me a strange sensation of passing. I am trying to locate the memorial in the pop-up teaching. How much more I missed, or what might be a better story as a lesson not deducted? What is it that after a series of repetitions is overlooked or even deliberately kept himself away from what? How much remains to be done before the big crash after receiving the pool itself?

The reason for all this time. Yesterday - abandoning principle vows - felhívtalak. I longed for your voice, I wanted to hear the laughter. There was no ulterior motive. I did not want anything more than patch a hole in my soul. In the past few days I discovered by accident. Old codes and was reading an unfinished sentence at the end I found it. Not your part there was a comforting smile termination signal.

Pakolgatom the memories and an occasional whiff peep from under the bricks at the moment forever. The never forgettable, which carries tócsáról puddle. As a child crying at the birth of the first. On both sides. Or when I first smoothed over your face.

The reason for all this time. Slow to emerge behind the great need of some minor errors. After analysis, I am ashamed and should learn from them. But I do not. Grab the levonhatnám and before I even deeper lesson. Perhaps it is time to pull, slow the fall. For everything you need to understand everything you need to examine the uptake of the puddle. Of course there are half-solutions. Few have given it a clear transparent surface. A big belly drop some muddy hole being in, troubled place on békanásznak. Even after the eagerly awaited light-grown mosquito. Penalty? Karma? We invent concepts to a large common megmagyarázhassuk feltérképezhetetlen szégyeneinket before.

The time to the cause. We have learned to measure the unpredictable. Then when you move away from it and just focus on speed before impact is not important, simply disappears with time. But why do they insist on it? Why do I need to disconnect the second existence, the life table to edit? Why do not we just go to the alternating periods of darkness with light? For ages disconnect any history, and name it after the billogokkal BC marked the inhuman eyes of mankind. Of course, now can say some good things. There are few. Mindennapjaidban chopped fine soldierly felsorakoztatott perceidből much good? An infinite emotional moment was when he just can not forget, dacból hurt. It is different. As well. But now only a gentle kiss to remember. The game loves csitult öleléseire. The time is the reason ...