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Insomnia

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    Maybe it's because of sleeping too much during the day.  I started having insomnia.  Insomnia is terrible, and the endless darkness surrounds me.

    I think I have fallen.

    In the long winter nights.  With the wind outside the window.  I want to have a relationship.

    I love him and he loves me too.  Beyond all secular ethics in the world.

    I will let him live in my heart.  I will write every bit about him and him into my story.  No fancy embellishments added.

    However, this is just the most ordinary night.  My brain is awake and my heart is beating steadily.

    Just thinking about it like this makes me shy and ashamed.

    Think over the memories of the past eight days.  I panicked at my decadence.  I could do a lot of things, but I didn't do any of them.

    However, an unshakable heart is actually contaminated by the singing of birds and flowers from the outside world.

    It's a clean and unique location.

    Once I thought my heart was empty.  Until one day when it can also experience pain, in addition to the comfort that literature can bring me, I was driven by a powerful force.  So my heart became restless.  It is about to move, and it has accumulated the strength of most of its life to fight hard.  Time gives it infinite courage.  It doesn't stay there.  It is moving slowly, trying to break free from my shackles, looking for another more perfect holy place.

    My brain started to work.  Think of some rambling words.

    The pain of insomnia is no less than that of an illness.

    I want to have a good sleep and face the people and things I will face the next day with full energy.  Everyone who sees me can feel the post-holiday joy from my happy face.  Don't want to be a tired face.  Haggardness from lack of sleep.

    Unfortunately, I have insomnia.

    Tossing and turning.

    So I have enough time to sort out the mess in my mind.  When I let go of my heart, I saw the loneliness that belonged to me.  Longing for a little mercy, longing for a light.  I use so many gorgeous words to fill the loneliness in my heart.  After the prosperity ended, I was even more embarrassed.

    I really exist in this world.  But often look at the world from the perspective of the real world.

    However, there is a huge gap between reality and ideals.

    A blinded heart floats up and down in the world of mortals.

    The eight days of silence made me gain a lot of weight.  In addition to eating and sleeping every day, I live like a pig.  I seldom go out to feel the sunshine of the outside world, and I am enclosed in that quiet cage.

    Every day people come and every day people leave.

    Will also quarrel and cry with red eyes.

    I will also smile and laugh and don't know where the world is.

    I still don't know where Yaohan in Wuxi is.  Never get to the bottom of how long Jiefang West Road is?

    Just like the wishing booth I once passed by.

    I don't know if their wishes come true?

    I don't know how many people are on the way to make a wish?

    Will they ever imagine that these secret desires will one day be appreciated like exhibits?  Perhaps they also longed to be seen by someone they missed?

    Lived in a city for five years.  Although I have never been to some places, I can understand them just by listening to the people around me.

    I have never tried it, if I go in the opposite direction of home and keep walking, what will I see?

    If I leave one place and go to another strange place.  After a long time, how is it different from the place it used to be?

    I always find various excuses to escape reality.  In fact, no matter where you go, the suffering you suffer is the same.  There are good people and bad people everywhere.

    If you are lucky, you will meet noble people.

    Bad luck, you can only resign yourself to fate.

    No one can escape the fate.

    I can't understand the dialect here.  With my life, work has no effect.  Will learning their dialect and understanding their urban culture make my life better?

    The answer is of course not.  So why would I bother changing myself just to please others.

    The clock is ticking.

    Regarding my innocence and childishness, it is squeezed by the annual rings of time and nothing can grow.  I often see myself five years ago in the mirror.  The criticism I received for being so ordinary and unique.  Maybe I'm just a nostalgic person.

    But time will not turn back.

    What has been done wrong cannot be changed.  Only by looking forward can we reap a more perfect life.  (Remember??Web site: www.hlnovel.com
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