When each day of waking up at noon and the wrinkling of his head to think of something to make the passing of the holidays. The feeling of long days when the old man just waking up to wake up so hard to describe ...
When cooking delicious meals, but only for one person, when no longer interested in cooking or to cook the best food, the mouth is no longer eaten. Eating is not a pleasure, just a habit to do every day but ..... must be a familiar must have a familiar corner, so familiar that just set foot in front of the owner Know what food to prepare. A call to call back every day to the mercy of the taste is not to enjoy anymore.
When you feel life is tasteless, try to find a hobby to catch up with this life. Have a good look at the movie theater, but when smiling with cashiers always buy only one ticket and if possible, is definitely a fixed seat. And always the first person in the theater and also the last person to leave the theater. Why? Because to see people filling the seats gradually and slowly after each screening. Want to sob sobbing under the scene where the heartless people think that "his life is not enough barren or grievances for the scene". It is so tragic, called to find joy, but the scene is sad than the scene.
When going through the cold wind days, the days of sickness to find the only scene to live alone. Porridge warm up to warm up to warm up not eating warm. Even though life is trying every day but feel the time of illness is no longer want to try to keep trying to let go where to go. But that .... afraid afraid to let go back to no one who mourned for this body is more heartbreaking. Well, I try to let myself regret it.
Living in a strange city, has passed through all the great and small crossroads. Thought like a small town, as small as in this hand but still have lost ..... Lost in the heart to find someone in the same, lost to the opposite line, lost in the middle of the day unhappy man
Alone again to become familiar ..........
