A dutiful season to parents. This morning! It has been drizzling. I had my heart wrung with pain; an ambiguous and infinite mood…and did realize that the happiness to me is really luxurious. Though I have made many changes, I was on tenterhooks with a innermost feelings that I myself couldn’t name. I have tried my best to open up my heart and soul as well as throw away many things; but eventually, I still walk alone in this life. For most people, building family is a mandatory task to enjoy a happy nest, but to me, I may not define how it is. This lunar July, a dutiful season to parents, everyone is gay to unite with their family and give best regards to parents and relatives. Those who paid a visit to the pagoda to be pinned a red rose as a tribute to parents, others self-pray for the most beautiful lucky to whom they love. What more have I been thinking and doing? I can not understand what I need, wanna, is it true that family to me is happy or sorrowful? It must have been that everyone would give me a dubious glance and blame me for a guilty of “Immorality” as they read this line of confident words; but, what can I do now? When my baby soul has wounded so much-it remains dull and lasting in my mind and unhealable for over the past years. Everything is on the point of breaking, it’s time to have a spiritual dose to survive…That’s all, A dutiful season to parents makes myself shaky…shaky!
Posted on: Wed, 21 Aug 2013 04:33:21 +0000
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