endless roses

Chapter 83 - A Disordered Mind

Knowing that I was in the dream on the second floor, I wanted to sing the songs I wrote freely, but the environment said "no", so I threw the manuscripts away, and before they landed, I was pushed by a huge force to the invisible back and upper pull away.The door slammed shut, and I knew that the nightmare was coming.Doll, my beloved doll turned into an ancient fairy, hesitating to speak but looking at her who fell to the ground, looking forward to it.Then turn back mercilessly.Behind the door is a monster, but so what?I opened a small slit and closed it, opened it and closed it again, and repeated it many times.Lonely monsters will notice the noise and turn around and tear me apart in rage.

But not inside the door.It's on the other side, the crazy speed, so fast that it makes people feel that the air is getting thinner, from panic to excitement.

Quick, take me away.Any kind of intimidation and gnawing at my nerves will take me elsewhere, an unknown and terrifying world.It just stops, suddenly.Why stop?Is it so hateful?
I am glad that I am afraid, and this fun is also taken away.I'm a little lonely, I really want to cry.

Great happiness fills me, take me away quickly.I fell in love with a person in my dream, and I told him, if I am gone, please remember me occasionally at any time of the season, he agreed, and I waded through the desert in the boundless world small stream.There is music, a shallow song that I don't know who sang it.

There is a sun reflected in the water. Going forward, there is a planet reflected in the night, and a grassland with small flowers growing.

On a rainy night, I looked up and saw the moon, which I didn't see, in that empty place, circulating as usual, with the setting sun, and after it was the same moonlit night, the shadow never disappeared, and it was always self-consistent.

(One)

Don't know why, can't remember anyone's name now.There are only two words in my mind: Sartre.But only these two words. "Sa" and "Te" don't remember everything related to him.

(two)

I want to get angry with Tang Ji, but I can't bear it, and I still can't bear it when my wish comes to nothing.

(three)

If every day is regarded as enjoyment, what is the pleasure, what is the pleasure?

(four)

Dr. Wang and Dr. Li looked at the photos, and they laughed and said that I was not well, that I was terminally ill. I just felt that there was nothing wrong with it, and I was pasting stamps, thinking about how to arrange them.

I held a pot of flowers and walked through the stone road in the alley, surrounded by barren green grass on the left and right.They are not potted flowers, but roses, Chinese roses, dogtail grass, small bamboo strips that have been folded off one by one... Arranged in the same direction, they can be tied into bunches.But I loosened them so the breaks were not in a little water in the enamel basin

The sandals I have worn for several years are a bit broken, as if I walked on the cobblestones unconsciously, and my feet hurt.

Walking past a familiar long-haired boy, I stopped and looked at it, wondering who he was.He went to the garden mountain road covered with gardenias at night. The road seemed to climb up the hill, and then he also stopped and turned around.We stared blankly at each other, it was boring after a long time, hum, I tilted my head sideways, turned around and left.

(Fives)

The naked water nymphs took off their wings, and when they were taken off, they became soft, like ordinary silk.Then this group of girls was washing "gauze" by the lake, and even pounded it with wooden sticks. There were many bottles of laundry detergent standing beside a certain stone on the shore.

Ugh, should I buy laundry detergent?

There was a young man in European costumes from the last century who was fiddling with the machine and fine-tuning it, but what he had in his hand was an oil painting.He was fiddling with the precise parts one by one with reference to an oil painting.

In my dream in my dream, I dreamed of a big orange lying on the ground, super fat.

I picked up a plush doll, the little sea sloth, and wrote some notes on the back: mountain road, palace, flustered, his lake, shy but still watching, the thief who stole notes in dreams...

(six)

Every day, as the ordinary days of the last few weeks of adult life come, the last day is too hasty to be appropriate.

(Seven)

Better yet, forget about it.

do not forget.

(Eight)

There was a great river, and there was no one at the helm, and I was always afloat backwards.The strange thing is that although the road is invisible, although it is thrilling, it is always steady.

Sometime
(End of this chapter)