📝📝📝 I write for the tottering days of life. It does not mean i am weak or shy in the face of difficulties in life.
There are days like that, I find myself in the middle of my life, not ideal, no purpose, I do not know what I was-going to do to go through those days. I find myself small, lonely in the crowded sea, sometimes find it extremely difficult to find a person by listening to me.
7 years in Saigon with joy mixed with each other, the hard, the weak, the collision, the loss and tears at one time made me plunge into my single shell.
These days, I always try to find a corner of peace. Because, my soul, my heart got up.
I met this person, met the other, to look, to laugh, to try to calm a bit.
I look for silence, looking at the sunset, looking at his grandfather holding hands, looking at the baby, looking at lovers.
Someone will hurt me, but I'm disappointed with them, but in the end, everything comes back to its orbit. The only difference is that the relationship becomes alien to them and I will return to the original relationship ...
Actually, I thought it was fun because my youth was next to them but now things are not as I thought. They are not so good and not so sincere. I have misjudged them.
But after the blame, the resentment in my heart suddenly realize that ignoring them is okay ... let them out of my life. Well, I have friends and no friends 📨📨📨