The sixth sense

Women’s sixth sense is some mystery you cannot explain by science. Most of the time people say, “You think too much!”, however, it is not “Thinking”, is “Feeling”.

My sixth sense is something I love and hate, plus a habit of carefully but unconsciously inspecting people and objects around me, this powerful forecast protects me from taking many risks. From great extent it protects me from making mistakes as well. In a lot of people’s eyes, I have been living a “flawless life”, but sometimes its dark shadow behind the huge ray could swallow me completely.

Most of the time I do hope that I think too much, but in the end it always approved that what I hadn’t said and done, what I feared and thought, were all correct.
It becomes some regret I can never redeem in my life. People start to recall their days of being wild when getting old, but I can probably watch my blankness when my time comes.

It is not a good deed to realize those weights you cannot bear with in life too early, in a young body which should be lively and carefree at this moment, however who has already lost the courage of no-fear to lose.

Know nothing fears nothing. How I envy these free-and-easy bodies. Sometime I do hope I could determinately commit some beautiful mistakes without assurance.

I do hope somebody who will come straight forward to me, ripping the transparent gap open, and slap me on the face, instead of watching me, guessing me on the opposite side of the bank with fog between, criticize, gossip or commend in a tiny voice.

Sometimes, all I want is fragility.