(It is indeed incredible i actually did write something in 2012. Unbelievable.)
365days is a long time actually.
seriously, in January perhaps you would feel you were still stuck,
by April, you could have been freed,
and by September, your soul is looking for its wings again
...
so it goes on and on
and you lost count of the seasons
the years
(as for today, i would like to keep a record of me having chicken pox, at the age of 46, in Borneo, watching china's new map in making, watching salmon rashdie's traumatised past, actually sitting down watching tv, incredible.)
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Real? Or not real?
that's how we get alzheimer
too many things
seems real
at the beginning
not real
at the end
too confused
too disappointed
too many times
so we choose to forget
alzheimer
just another word
called
hide-out.
too many things
seems real
at the beginning
not real
at the end
too confused
too disappointed
too many times
so we choose to forget
alzheimer
just another word
called
hide-out.
Wednesday, January 04, 2012
this year is 2012...
so, so, so...
well, well, well...
really it is a year of speechlessness
helplessness
hopelessness?
it is a year to many people
to look forward to
ending the struggle
with life
and juz want to decide
what underwear to wear,
when die.
well, well, well...
really it is a year of speechlessness
helplessness
hopelessness?
it is a year to many people
to look forward to
ending the struggle
with life
and juz want to decide
what underwear to wear,
when die.
NOT AGAIN!!!
even if you are not counting
the calendar will remind you
even if you are not recalling
the tv will remind you
even if you are not intrested
the firework will excite you
even if you no longer can go on
the breathing will carry you
again again and again...
the calendar will remind you
even if you are not recalling
the tv will remind you
even if you are not intrested
the firework will excite you
even if you no longer can go on
the breathing will carry you
again again and again...
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Thursday, March 25, 2010
逃
文字的国度里
无垠的边疆
白纸和黑字
允许
灰色的逃亡
四方的银幕
最大的声量
陌生的故事
睁着眼睛沉溺
却可以
腾出几小时
喘息的时间
真空塑胶袋里
藏着味精的味道,
伪装的
鸡、虾、鱼
刚好
吻合了
求存的
牵强
(酒精
应该是最快速
的出口处)
无垠的边疆
白纸和黑字
允许
灰色的逃亡
四方的银幕
最大的声量
陌生的故事
睁着眼睛沉溺
却可以
腾出几小时
喘息的时间
真空塑胶袋里
藏着味精的味道,
伪装的
鸡、虾、鱼
刚好
吻合了
求存的
牵强
(酒精
应该是最快速
的出口处)
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