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Xiandan life, my state of depression. Foggy, flooded the city. Sync my mood the weather, confusion, and temporarily could not find the sun. Perhaps tomorrow will be better, the wind will cloud expelled. I am waiting for the arrival of the wind, with thick clothes to greet the last cold.

cold weather, I was not accustomed to. Simple dress more suitable for me, do not have to be heavy clothes limited my freedom. Cold air, freezing my fingers nerves, cutting off the feelings I put pen to paper. Long time no mood to text to the behavior of a one inscribed, the mood is always relaxed.

phrase a word, I feel the talk. Not Gede Ba guess, not Newton's laws, just a little nagging. Deep thought words, thought this immortal, was written account of the. Natural idea, what can not who inspired my writing is just another way of nagging. Transformed several times, each time that the first time, there is not much experience and progress.

forgotten how long the start of the text had a special feeling. Occurred in the most superficial relationship with the arts, new words piled into the fun, like so obsessed. Text into my life, my spiritual daily bread, eliminating feelings of fatigue [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], to add my thoughts calories. Hiding the text of the academic reform my life in words. Not literature, but very happy.

from ellipsis to a full stop, end of my hobbies, I do not know when to change, but I know it was a turning point. I have omitted full stop instead of preferences, followed by dipping in the text to it, and then blog. A time displacement, I do not know space is not a destination, chaotic pace, I do not know where to stop, no new ideas arranged in groups. Bib warmed my words, limiting the 140 to play, but found a new pleasure. 140 bound, halo lazy mood I long writing, farming pen a paragraph end report.

confused thoughts for too long, as affected by temperature as the molecular interference, I ran away [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I thought the cold air will be dumped. Zero air is not a decorative snow, ice storms often come to mind. Tropical weather, wet to the heart, more than the cold winter, it seems that before the summer and continuing into the subconscious. Bed is always a place to avoid, fearing the cold air to find themselves. Rigid thumb, the production of a play off the text speed, hand over heart for many lazy square root. Tropical rain hazy, meaning depression, the word thin, allay the thinking mixed.

very lazy winter sun, with me suspended thought. Lying on the balcony, think about nothing [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], just enjoying the breeze, watching the clouds, then the natural smile. Wind always joke with the clouds, to cloud shape into the shape of their own, to promote their image through the cloud. Rainy weather, because I do not like the umbrella, umbrella, free of interference by the wind too much, confusing my sense of direction. Nature never does not contrived, not hype the image, yet the ordinary conception. I love. The natural packing up, ready to go back to basics.

text is my daily life, vent has been indispensable. Will promote the use of words, a quiet expression, the feelings of the lock in the text, the memories into organic matter, not to be forgotten. Forgotten effect from, and I had relations with the text.