Memories, is beautiful, but people cannot always live in memory. That's just fantasy, like a mirage in the desert. In all memories, the only thing that can be done is to look for those good memories, put them together, and get a happy picture.
Once, experiencing too much distress, in the shallow long feeling, time and again to understand the pain, tears again and again, but no one understood why I would be so. Every time, accompanied me only a cup of thick coffee, so that bitter fetters the tongue, deep into my heart. At the same time, also like to see once smiling photos, my heart is always indistinct throbbing. Imitation wrist if the blood, the blood flow, as the flow of the past.
Imagine someone sitting aside, coffee, sugar, a spoonful of spoon stirring. Which sweet smell overflows the entire space. Although, first acquaintance is a bitter, long time, but it is so memorable. Perhaps because I am a sad person, often drinking alone, think of salty salty past. Bit by bit in the influx of mind, and occasionally confused lost, but the soul of deep, helplessness is still the same melancholy.
Coffee is always cooling gradually, the memory always drifts in front of you. Some people say parallel lines are the most horrible, but I think the line of intersection is the most terrible, after all, they had had intersection, but then farther and farther, leaving only the memory of the intersection. one-way degassing valve said that life is like a cup of coffee, it is hard to say it's taste, I do not know like that kind of bitter, or like after trying sweet. Coffee years, a touch of bitter, the rest is only sweet.