sandstorms

Instead of being as breezy and fantastically colorful as first imagined, life has become the opposite and is beginning to show its soupy, unpleasant nature. No one knows what will happen to them at a future time, even if it is the next second. Like the sun that has just risen and hangs high, how can you know, in the next moment, which dark cloud will cover it, or, it is not willing to bear. Often laugh, is not it, if then think a little more, will not be ridiculed ...... often ask, is not it, one day, for what, and throw away some of the once very cherished things, and then, silently tears, but do not want to be found ...... often In thought, is not it so, this life just so abruptly came, then, living an unexpected complex, finally, quietly disappeared in a piece of the joy of birth