A cup of tea, a trip

galdyuer

huge sky, people have a yoke, they will not float with the dandelion sky.

afterglow of town and exhausted, the old gray tower shrouded in a yellowish amber in. Blackie evening, looking to bury the nascent and expanding travel of sorrow.

inexplicable feelings, inexplicable sadness, vague text, nameless people. Inexplicably found that I was so fond of a forced smile, smile, has been forced to disguise inner sadness.

thought the time when he left town does not hurt, not choking, but wrong. Stands in the town's rainy season, barely a T shirt is not only to get wet, but can not stop the tide of my heart filled, overflowing arms. I am scared to take off the mask of disguise, only to see a pale face.

station more noisy, more inner peace, carriage or even feel the slightest vibrations. Corridor gear teeth, said it does not matter to cover the depths of sadness. Forget the time, forgotten place, can only feel the intense crowding, congestion and constantly squandered their monotonous emotions.

town's neon so warm, warm to very jealous. And vague, I seem to enjoy the last ten years, the laughter and tears, the feeling of complexity and complex language. The original town and I have a pull between the constant pains and sorrows.

out the window, a neon-bright night [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but can not do according to the parting crowd. The window, holding a cup of vanilla tea, my heart is a lonely warm.

perhaps insensitive, no pain, but I chose to remember, remember the small town of plants, brick by brick, bit by bit. Wooden seat, I let go more than ten years of love and hate, ready to leave.

9 months, the water in the streets angry, mad, raging rain all the frustration in my face.

front of the crowd said goodbye, goodbye [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], tell endless, surging mixture.

suddenly remembered the lyrics: What you are still aggrieved, obviously very happy pretended to want to, let me began to lose its whereabouts, no one can find in me, some of sadness will slowly heal.

time is medicine, a small town is the injury [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the story of a small town one day time will be forgotten?

(Editor: the wandering knife)