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I can’t see how it will get better

It is getting worse

Midway through asleep in train

I imagined myself holding a bottle of red wine by its neck, and bump it slips away from my grip.

It drops. Glasses along with red liquid splashed onto the ground. My leg is cut open with a deep wound, red liquid floods and joins the red lake. I bend down and look at the silent movement. Yet I am deprived from doing anything. I think someone is coming to my rescue.

Weather lag

We have some weather lag here and there.

I am enjoying the late-afternoon cool breeze along with warm sunshine splashing on my skin in October

which you tasted 3 months ago

失諸交臂

We once spoke of having each other amidst this rain and storm. We once had each other. We were recognized as the only certainty for each other.

We were once the perfect thing ever created in one. One day this thing was brutally dismantled. By me. By me who had deformed over time in us.

We stretched our arms stiff in the air, which used to be a gesture looking for an embrace. Now I see you being pulled backwards and your face slowly submerged in the mist. Until we finally lowered our arms to rest.

We lost us forever.

木刺
記憶是兩生的,也是一人獨有的。你不會知道我眼前的代表著甚麼。
你在我旁緩緩推著單車前進,我知道這是我熟悉的,不,是我認識的,那個在我回憶中不知迴盪過多少遍的一幕,不久前我還在暗暗跟遠方友人訴說著-我跟自己說我並不活在那時。但恍惚,我的一角就跟那曖昧的天色和一切被陽光離棄的人們、樹們,和高塔,永遠的印在相片上。他見到這時的表情是皺起眉頭的,他著我「不要留戀地方」。
我停下來,低吟:「嗯這個我要拍一下」我知道這不同,而你當然也不明所以,大概也不會多想為何。他,永遠也不會知道吧。他那句說話就像指頭裏的木刺般存在-剛刺進來時我也不為意,心想,由它吧,也應該不會怎樣痛;過了一陣子,多走兩步,發現還是痛,只好坐下來用兩指指甲把它拔,然後拔不到,也不出奇;這東西那麼小,我看也看不到,只見到它把透明的表皮輕輕綻破的小裂縫。那只好繼續不管它吧,我也不會用鉗子,也許過一陣子那刺就不見。那年的他,抓得著我。
那輛單車到最後泊到那裏去了?我們到哪裏去了?
 
然後那個黎明我們不知有沒有看到,總之還是一如以往地忘記了。 

木刺

記憶是兩生的,也是一人獨有的。你不會知道我眼前的代表著甚麼。

你在我旁緩緩推著單車前進,我知道這是我熟悉的,不,是我認識的,那個在我回憶中不知迴盪過多少遍的一幕不久前我還在暗暗跟遠方友人訴說著-我跟自己說我並不活在那時。但恍惚,我的一角就跟那曖昧的天色和一切被陽光離棄的人們、樹們,和高塔,永遠的印在相片上。他見到這時的表情是皺起眉頭的,他著我「不要留戀地方」。

我停下來,低吟:「嗯這個我要拍一下」我知道這不同,而你當然也不明所以,大概也不會多想為何。他,永遠也不會知道吧。他那句說話就像指頭裏的木刺般存在-剛刺進來時我也不為意,心想,由它吧,也應該不會怎樣痛;過了一陣子,多走兩步,發現還是痛,只好坐下來用兩指指甲把它拔,然後拔不到,也不出奇;這東西那麼小,我看也看不到,只見到它把透明的表皮輕輕綻破的小裂縫。那只好繼續不管它吧,我也不會用鉗子,也許過一陣子那刺就不見。那年的他,抓得著我。

那輛單車到最後泊到那裏去了?我們到哪裏去了?

 

然後那個黎明我們不知有沒有看到,總之還是一如以往地忘記了。 

「啊,是這樣的。沒有甚麼特別,只想跟你說我現在過得很好,挺不錯的,就是這樣。」

「啊,是這樣的。沒有甚麼特別,只想跟你說我現在過得很好,挺不錯的,就是這樣。」

都是自己做成的。是自己抵死吧,該這樣想。對。那你喜歡痛苦?因為你覺得自己理應受苦?那,你有好過一點嗎?

tightr:

Maya Angelou - Love Liberates

You see love liberates. It doesn’t bind, love says I love you. I love you if you’re in China, I love you if you’re across town, I love you if you’re in Harlem, I love you. I would like to be near you, I would like to have your arms around me, I would like to have your voice in my ear, but that’s not possible now. I love you, so go. Love liberates, it doesn’t hold. That’s ego. Love liberates.


I can’t see how it will get better

It is getting worse

Midway through asleep in train

I imagined myself holding a bottle of red wine by its neck, and bump it slips away from my grip.

It drops. Glasses along with red liquid splashed onto the ground. My leg is cut open with a deep wound, red liquid floods and joins the red lake. I bend down and look at the silent movement. Yet I am deprived from doing anything. I think someone is coming to my rescue.

Weather lag

We have some weather lag here and there.

I am enjoying the late-afternoon cool breeze along with warm sunshine splashing on my skin in October

which you tasted 3 months ago

失諸交臂

We once spoke of having each other amidst this rain and storm. We once had each other. We were recognized as the only certainty for each other.

We were once the perfect thing ever created in one. One day this thing was brutally dismantled. By me. By me who had deformed over time in us.

We stretched our arms stiff in the air, which used to be a gesture looking for an embrace. Now I see you being pulled backwards and your face slowly submerged in the mist. Until we finally lowered our arms to rest.

We lost us forever.

木刺
記憶是兩生的,也是一人獨有的。你不會知道我眼前的代表著甚麼。
你在我旁緩緩推著單車前進,我知道這是我熟悉的,不,是我認識的,那個在我回憶中不知迴盪過多少遍的一幕,不久前我還在暗暗跟遠方友人訴說著-我跟自己說我並不活在那時。但恍惚,我的一角就跟那曖昧的天色和一切被陽光離棄的人們、樹們,和高塔,永遠的印在相片上。他見到這時的表情是皺起眉頭的,他著我「不要留戀地方」。
我停下來,低吟:「嗯這個我要拍一下」我知道這不同,而你當然也不明所以,大概也不會多想為何。他,永遠也不會知道吧。他那句說話就像指頭裏的木刺般存在-剛刺進來時我也不為意,心想,由它吧,也應該不會怎樣痛;過了一陣子,多走兩步,發現還是痛,只好坐下來用兩指指甲把它拔,然後拔不到,也不出奇;這東西那麼小,我看也看不到,只見到它把透明的表皮輕輕綻破的小裂縫。那只好繼續不管它吧,我也不會用鉗子,也許過一陣子那刺就不見。那年的他,抓得著我。
那輛單車到最後泊到那裏去了?我們到哪裏去了?
 
然後那個黎明我們不知有沒有看到,總之還是一如以往地忘記了。 

木刺

記憶是兩生的,也是一人獨有的。你不會知道我眼前的代表著甚麼。

你在我旁緩緩推著單車前進,我知道這是我熟悉的,不,是我認識的,那個在我回憶中不知迴盪過多少遍的一幕不久前我還在暗暗跟遠方友人訴說著-我跟自己說我並不活在那時。但恍惚,我的一角就跟那曖昧的天色和一切被陽光離棄的人們、樹們,和高塔,永遠的印在相片上。他見到這時的表情是皺起眉頭的,他著我「不要留戀地方」。

我停下來,低吟:「嗯這個我要拍一下」我知道這不同,而你當然也不明所以,大概也不會多想為何。他,永遠也不會知道吧。他那句說話就像指頭裏的木刺般存在-剛刺進來時我也不為意,心想,由它吧,也應該不會怎樣痛;過了一陣子,多走兩步,發現還是痛,只好坐下來用兩指指甲把它拔,然後拔不到,也不出奇;這東西那麼小,我看也看不到,只見到它把透明的表皮輕輕綻破的小裂縫。那只好繼續不管它吧,我也不會用鉗子,也許過一陣子那刺就不見。那年的他,抓得著我。

那輛單車到最後泊到那裏去了?我們到哪裏去了?

 

然後那個黎明我們不知有沒有看到,總之還是一如以往地忘記了。 

「啊,是這樣的。沒有甚麼特別,只想跟你說我現在過得很好,挺不錯的,就是這樣。」

「啊,是這樣的。沒有甚麼特別,只想跟你說我現在過得很好,挺不錯的,就是這樣。」

都是自己做成的。是自己抵死吧,該這樣想。對。那你喜歡痛苦?因為你覺得自己理應受苦?那,你有好過一點嗎?

tightr:

Maya Angelou - Love Liberates

You see love liberates. It doesn’t bind, love says I love you. I love you if you’re in China, I love you if you’re across town, I love you if you’re in Harlem, I love you. I would like to be near you, I would like to have your arms around me, I would like to have your voice in my ear, but that’s not possible now. I love you, so go. Love liberates, it doesn’t hold. That’s ego. Love liberates.


Weather lag
And for a single moment I thought I was in Germany.
"都是自己做成的。是自己抵死吧,該這樣想。對。那你喜歡痛苦?因為你覺得自己理應受苦?那,你有好過一點嗎?"

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