Loneliness is not terrible

Loneliness is a prosperous and spectacular fireworks, pure and fresh bright; Loneliness is a river, the surging waves ceaselessly died.
At night, and paper habit with romantic ways, I like it is pale, waiting for the black ink to decorate it. Used to stand at the window of hope in the sky, with boundless, dark, what also can't see clearly. Habits on the campus shuttle, a 10 minute walk onto a hour. Wake up in the middle of the night, experience habit a glowing cigarette buckled. Used to hold myself, my eyes, helpless.
October weather suddenly turns cool, cold will soon follow. The leaves become yellow, rained on the ground, not sad, for it to all with leaves. Everywhere bitter grass had inanimate, no longer bright, no longer beautiful, also not for it, after all it regretted and upset the life is so strong, next year, another grand splendid year after year, despite repeated lonely drab.
Habit in the books, experience a fictional swim, but the story of the raising of the foot, blend in, raised is full of my innermost feelings. Used to sit at a desk brawley, face, once album gradually unfamiliar. Accustomed to listening to music, peace, grief in the corner like sunshine and the haze, however the depths of the heart still SOB. Habit smiling others said ha, then immersed themselves with sadness or lonely. Used to see a person's photos, and miss or missing.
Love a person not pain, because I believe that love is the world's most beautiful, the most pure, most great things. Just missing, bitter bitter astringent person, deeply grieved, vanished, lonely and thundering. Perhaps thoughts is also a kind of sorrow of happiness. Night, sleepless solitude, tossing and turning, will also smile.
Used to close your eyes, listening to the wind howling when seasonal changeover. Habit in could not write a word, sit at a desk in a daze, quietly as rigid for an afternoon. Used to hide in a remote corner of the quiet, feel emptiness lonely. The custom stormy emotional buried in the bottom is, whatever friendship or love, in their heart smile. Habit failure and loss of life, no matter the lonely, lonely or empty said strong to yourself.
Loneliness is the bud bud, delicate and charming be about to drip, lonesome is scrupulously abide by heart, and limpid springs. Lonely nothing bad, it's just growing pain, adhere to the price