Chapter 5 sobriety (5)

twenty-fifth lover Loving someone is a simple thing.It's like filling a glass with water and drinking it cool and refreshing.Your body needs it to feel healthy and happy.It is a good habit to recognize it as such.So willing to repeat day and night. Loving someone has not become an easy thing, it must be because the emotional depth is not enough.If in doubt, there are differences from the values ​​down to the pores of the skin.Pull out one by one, pick and demand each other.I can't wait to let the other party raise their hands and surrender.But maybe surrender isn't working either.

Because you just don't love this person enough.So even if he said a word more, he would be wrong. Young love must be full of flesh and blood to be considered happy. The toy is no longer the type I need, but I am used to holding it in my hand, so I still can't let it go.While complaining and never giving up.To be in the midst of feelings does not know mercy.In addition to demand or demand.The open question must be, why do you no longer love me. As if love were the end of all attempts. It takes a long time to understand that love is not an event.A quest.Nor is it aimed at any one identified counterparty.

It is not a tool to satisfy one's own selfishness and arrogance, nor is it a weapon to fight against the essence of nothingness. It's just a way of thinking.It is a belief. You must not try to get what you lack from the other party.Whether material or emotional. Forgiving the other party is also a fragile and flawed person, so how can we expect his protection and fulfillment extravagantly. Even if you need an idol.But that must not be your lover.Don't hope to save each other. He should be more like a travel companion you meet by chance on a lonely journey in the desolation.

The night is full of flowers and the moon is full. You have each walked a long and exhausting road, and you feel that the days are lonely and full of warmth. Therefore, we invited each other to sit under the pear tree in the valley, set up a jug of wine, and talk all night long. It is the trust that is willing to exchange history, memory and time with a person for a certain period of time. Exchange important and hidden parts of each other's lives.But they want nothing from each other. When it already exists, the so-called result has been lost. Thirty One Records It's an electronic music animal.I like all psychedelic, mechanical sense, ethnic and exotic characteristics, suppressable violence, freely retractable tenderness, and incomprehensible, endless music.electronic synthesis.

There is a Flamenco Fantasy, which is dance music.When playing the third song Solea Canon, it was sour and tender.The rhythm is very clear.All warm and sincere feelings will be from red to gray. Sometimes I also listen to Dido.Because she looks confused and thin. Pick from piles and piles of paperback CDs at the bar.For singers who don't know well, judge only by the song title and cover design. The first CD I bought was Irish bagpipes.But not now.Slowly began to like the cello.The piano seems to belong to teenagers.Only when the heart is old, will you understand the texture of the entangled pause of the cello.