Secrets of the Night - Original Writing

The secret of the night - The original white fog is shining in the moon. As the old dark train gets closer and closer, the track goes up. When the rumble sounds, you can see the light in front of the train. When the dazzling light flashed suddenly, then it rushed through the tunnel and hurried out from the other side and then completely silenced then there was a huge roaring sound. There is no signal that the train has passed. Apart from the occasional snoring of the owl, the air has not heard a long time yet.

When I was a young secret artist, I wanted to write this article in the journal. The poem I wrote duplicated the beat's rhythm and tone, and I wrote the original text about my worst secret. I've read John Rechy's "Night City" Lydia Lunch, Henry Rollins, Dennis Cooper, Jerry Stahl, and I have read many other works of meaning to me. it's very beautiful. Then I read a piece of JT Leroy somewhere, I do not remember how and how, but I remember that it hurt me. JT's work pulled me down like anyone else and let me down. As I had the opportunity to do something, I fell into terrible love that makes me feel hope. I can not write my favorite author. People who like JT never know my name.

Ask the secret of any writer's wonderful sentences, they will say loopholes. Well, this may not be a secret, but it is a secret. Vulnerability reveals the truth that many of us are about to hide. As we have it, readers connect with writers sharing their deepest and darkest secrets. To be honest, please contact the reader. Please connect yourself. You absorb the flaws, instability and weaknesses you normally drive away. You embrace them. Currently, I feel that you are very complete. You are that you love yourself. You forgive yourself that you are not the perfect person. By doing so you can let other people do the same

Sit down and write down something and pass on your greatest secret. Nobody knows anything. Personal thing The secret coming to you directly. Write them down to get them out of the forest. Then, in a week or so, please remind me of the little secrets you held. At that time you stole the money. At that time you were backing up, but said that it was another person. All these secrets should be enough. It may not be that much, there may be a secret of ten pages. That does not matter. As long as you master all the secrets, you can virtually remember