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what to do when the world turns dark and become silent?

to love is to smile. to love is to cry. to love is to feeling happy.  to love is to feeling upset. at first with all these buttefly inside your stomach. you look at the world as it perfect. you look at the world like it ignited with fireworks. then: the world turns dark. than the world is become silent. you feel deserted and isolated. you feel like you are down. you fall at your lowest. down to your knees. found yourself begging and praying and hurting. we all seek for a solution to ease this. in a religion view: god is testing you. god tells you to comeback, comeback into god. in a melancholist view: you have to cry it all out. darling ,yes what they said are all could be true. darling before all of that, stand up on your feet first than pray than cry. and pray again and again and again and again and again ..... than do whatever you can do to ease your pain. in a good way. darling me and you, we have to remember this: before we cling in...

house, ocean, window

Dear beloved lover , let me say a few things . I want to hold you , while lying on pasture that has a distinctive smell after the rain. So when we have kids they will enjoy the same thing . I wish we had a house with many windows. When we have children they will be able to stick they head out to enjoy the bright sun aand the warm wind . I wish we had a bed with lots of pillows. When we have children they will be able to do a pillow fight as we often do . If you have to sail in the ocean. I will ride the boat. Because I believe in you. I would wake up and see the face of yours. Either face that looks not asleep last night  or sleeping face all night . I will smile at you in the houses with lots of windows . I 'll hold your hand , until the skin becomes red . I will hold you , tightly . Skin meets skin , eye to eye . I don't want to be shouted at you , just like our crazy neighbors. I'm not going to yell to you just because of dirty laundry or dirty...

angels fall

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the angels don't fall to the earth by chance, their wings broken because your tears fall to earth..