The old rack is the one the persevere the original and truest scent of honesty and been dumped for ever since. This may be due to the inner personality of being slightly withdrawal and difficulties in articulating the ideas or just engaging in a simple and direct conversation.
Different people and species have different conversations, but the same old rule, all are dominated and controlled and ruined by one heart. I tried not to be too judgmental, trying to focus on my thing, but everything around me seems to reveal something extraordinary. Or, in fact, something that is especially ordinary, yet unrealized. Different personalities kinda evoke themselves in the midst of fruitful period. It’s the normal. Due to the new environment and new angst and new perspectives, things started to change. Now, I feel that I am talking nonsense for this is other’s matter. So better sealed in the confidential folder and let the story unfold itself into provoking covertness in me, or among us.
Truly, that ‘love portion’ type is undeniably attractive and this can be a strong competent for those who have the skills in refining their beauties.
Issues of relationship have been carrying me around in a subconscious state, or it is devouring me?
Living in a subconscious state, not realizing that I am too immersed in books and ideas, I started to witness the ugly side of everything. Is it being pessimistic or being judgmental. But I do admit that through the weakness of someone, I started to treasure them and admire them more and more, but sometimes this process goes another way around, which bothers me a lot.
Likely, in every new environment, the new sense of being will provoke me into a state of being an audience or even predator, literally. I do admire the person that is so automatically suited in the new surrounding and stand out as someone very attractive and bright and everything. This people do know how to be a man and stain people’s day with all thoughts and live in our dreams. As this, I would like to put all blame on Holden Caulfield, an abstractive friend of mine, whom I had encountered last year or years before, he thought me a lot, but after reflecting upon it, I found out that his ideas are fatal to be applied but the ambience and atmosphere are things that will forever dwell in our presence. His routine will never leave our dreams and we will forever be his nightmare.
*I have written all these with no honesty and with the intention to cover things up, except the last paragraph. Words have been written to be a part of the disaster and emotion, never there is such a medicine as good as words.
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