'trust* deception* consciousness

I am always stupid, always thinking that if I give my heart, I will get my heart, but I can’t think of it.....

trust

I always think that trusting a person is better than suspicion of a person. So I always believe in every friend in my life. I always want to give our heart, not only the true heart, but also more... always trust them. Bringing me good luck, trusting them to accompany me through every hurdle of life, always thinking...but they are like thorny roses, piercing my heart with their sharp thorns, so I started Become sensitive.

Trust is as beautiful as a colored bubble, but you can't touch it, let it fly farther and farther...

deceive

Finally, the bubble is broken, my heart is broken, we seem to have fallen into the abyss of deception, each with a dyed mask, playing a hypocritical role. I am really disappointed, we will fall to each other The point of deception, maybe I don’t have to use it, maybe he can’t grasp it...

Life is so cruel, cruel to make us hard to imagine...

consciousness

Another bubble rises, it's not colored, but a monotonous blue. I started to put on a blue mask - a melancholy mask. Maybe I should have realized it, maybe I have been waiting for my trust. But At least now I am awake, nothing, everything seems to be illusory, everything is over the eyes...

Afterword