Wednesday, December 24, 2014


Silence, is there nothing more to say?
It’s been long since the white flowers of laughter have withered.
The flower petals fell more and more and became dirt.
The burning passion became ash.
Why does everything good always become like this?
Darkness, why are you erasing everything black?

You’re the one who makes my empty heart breathe.
But I didn’t know your smallest disappointments or sadness.
Now you are colder than a person i met for the first time.

Maybe the saddest people always try the hardest to make people happy, because they know what it's like to feel absolutely worthless and they don't want anyone else to feel that.

Sometimes too much happiness can be frightening, because you know it's going to end.

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