8 Daily Morning Daily Talk

I only feel a bunch of heat flux gushing from my lower part of the body. I'm surely known what it is and only blush. Luckily, there is nobody knows. I have to sigh with emotion that, the dream, what a great absurd!

I sit on the edge of the bed, carefully chewing the experience in the dream, in heaven, and in the hell. I struggle to recall the guy in the dream but it is all in vain. His face is always behind a thick layer of mist, which is hard to make out. I guess he is Harrison. No evidence but my accurate instinct, which I am greatly convinced. No why.

I get up and head for the bathroom. The new bath cream is the same kind of Harrison's. After all, it smells as same as his orange and I bought it yesterday. I forgot to use it yesterday but now it is a good chance. The water crossing my body, not only take the filthy mark away but give me a mask to ensconce myself. It is a shield to defend temporal views. I clearly know what terrible things will happen when the disguise breaks. It is the hell, drowning you in the deepest sea made by the neighbors' talk, classmates' comments and so on. Though now I am in such a democratic and free world. There are bound to many successful examples around the world reported by the media and what's more, there must exist some person who is willing to wish to us. But remember, you won't be the guy shining in the screen but the person suffering too much censure. And though the good person is everywhere, he or she will never live in your next door.

Remember,

malevolence doesn't mean many bad people but they exist. They are not needed too much but a, but one could be the blasting fuse firing all things. And as an amount of person is, they are merely bystanders standing out the things and watch a play. What they don't mind is to let the fire more exuberant, let the play more interesting and finally hang a smile.

Wish the good side is all on you.