one day, i will be sinewy. standing in my dwelling, breath the ventilated air,lying on the purple cushion. there is no tumults any more, even though there is still agitation in my mind. the firs of the pine trees are flying freely. but for me, they are truging , saluting the fiendish, in such a concord. for you this is a disgrunting way of saying this, for me, it's preeminent, trifingly. peevish, confessed by the stuttering words, is truely a retaliation. for me, for you, allot. hushing the revel, reminstranting the bawling, all the grudges are convulsingly slantiwise, with all the breeches in concord. hehe, it is conciousless
i am waiting in this crowded, noisy, and rushful world. i feel isolating sometimes because everyone is too fast, too fast for me to identify the meaning of their smile;everyone is too protecting, too protecting for me to show my sincerity;everyone has a world, which is too near or too far away for me to get in. i am wating for the one just as me, and two dreams can come true together.
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RE: Are you happy with how you look ?
yes