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February 06

傻孩子。

 

 
 
 
沮丧。
 
某些事。
 
必要或者没必要。
 
有人说,那是闷脾气,你得找个小朋友诉说。
 
小朋友?
 
我的小朋友被一个女朋友抢走了。
 
至少我认为是这样。
 
当然,她总是否认。
 
回到过去。
 
似乎我一直在原地,都从未起过身又何来回去?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
December 06

白。

 
 
 
 
 
我的想念,
 
有一种光亮的黯淡。
 
 
 
我想起你。
 
就闭上我的眼睛。
 
任你轻轻流过我身体的每一处。
 
余下你的孩子气。
 
 
 
小手开了小花。
 
因为你给了我童话。
 
 
 
07年。1月24日。晴天。13: 21分。 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                    
 
            
 
                                                      
                                                                          
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
午后慵懒。
 
从我这里看你那里。
 
有人围着你。
 
有人离开你。
 
你慌张了。
 
你沉默了。
 
所以阳光也哭泣了。                                  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
07年。1月7日。阴天。17:20分。
 
 
 
L'amour
 
 
 
红点,于左手的指端中站稳了脚跟。
 
殷迹斑斑。
 
兀明。
 
拇指捻过,亦是疼痛不堪。
 
 
 
 
有光。
 
这清冷得几近贪婪的尤物。
 
刺眼,又咄咄逼人。
 
你有没有试过被它逼近死角的经历?
 
 
 
那。
 
那你还喜欢它么。
 
我在等你的答案。
 
 
 
 
我总是自问自答。
 
抑或藏着某种痨疾,谁知道呢。莫名其妙的姑娘。
 
 
 
L'amour
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
不敢入睡。
 
怕知道令人难以置信的事实。
 
也怕记起自己熟睡前的表情。
 
那样很可怕。
 
 
我有的不是快乐。
 
而是自我愉乐的心境。
 
哭,笑或者不发一言的呆坐。
 
此外我什么也不能做。
 
更加不容预料此后睡下,
 
是不是还能像现在这样清醒。
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
06年。12月24日。3:36分。

 
 
 
 
 
                                                                                                          
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                                                      
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                             
 
 
 
  
 
                                           
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                             
                                                                      
                
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                      
 
 
 
           
 
 
November 04

如果,可以。

 

 

 

 

                                                                                  

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
                                              
 
 
 
06年。11月14日。16:34分。
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                                  
 
                                                                                                  
 
 
 
 
                        
 
 
 
                           
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                               
 

                                                                                      沉默。
                                                                     
                                                                               我们唯一的声音。
          
                                                                                      禁锢。
         
                                                                                   一场战争。
            
                                                                                      注定。
         
                                                                                 死在沉默里。
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                     
 
 
 
 
 
 
                            
                             
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
   
 
 
 
                                                                                      
                                                                                         
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                                                                                                                          
 
 
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                06年。11月7日。07:15分。                                                                         
 
早晨清冷。空气刷青了手指。
 
              
                                      
 
                                                        
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                             
                                                               
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                                              
 
                                                                                               
                                                                                                     
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                        
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                                                       它是甜的。
 
                                                                                                       它是苦的。
 
                                                                                                 这样稍纵即逝的物象。
 
                                                                                                      梦到好几次。
 
                                                                                                          醒了。
 
                                                                                                          散了。
 
                                                                                                         麻木了。
 
 
  
                                                                                                  愉悅,悲憫,惱怒,
                                                                            
                                                                                                  平和,規謹,散漫。
 
 
                                                                                                        
                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                                                           
 
 
 
 
                                                                           
 
 
 
 
                                                                                      
                                                                                        
                                                            
                                                     
 
 
 
                                               
 
 
 
 
 
September 13

9月13。大風。19:11分。

 
 
 
 
 
                                                                                
 
              
 
 
                                                                                       耳际外掠过了两架飞机。
 
                                                                                     仓促地匿迹于清朗的空际内。
 
                                                                                                 眼睛。
 
                                                                                          记下机子的雏形。
 
                                                                                     我告诉自己。这是一次企图。               
                                                                                   
                                                                                           在苍穹的庇佑下。
 
                                                                                               做了小梦。
 
                                                                                            
                                                                                            大风拐进了胡同。
 
                                                                                 肆意地刮尽空气里剩余的水汽。
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                                  肌肤,顺着纹理又开出了小花。
 
                                                                                        开始干裂,开始麻木。
 
 

 
 
 
 
                                                                           06年。10月25日。晴天。21:48分。
 
 
 
 
 
                            
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                     
 
 
 
 
 
决定给你写信。
 
浪声拍击赭色礁石,发出轻微的叫喊。
 
或许不是寂寞。
 
或许不是疼痛。
 
而是,妥协。
 
 
我曾想。
 
所有的生命与生命之间都具备吸引,只是不在一个轨道上旋转。
 
我们某天不期而遇,发生碰撞,相爱,最终分离。
 
也无怪于命运的交错。
 
 
06年。10月15日。晴天。16:58分。 
 
             
 
 
 
                             
                                         
                                                
 
                                                    
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                            
                                                        
                                                                    
 
 
                                                         
 
 
 
 
                             
 
 
                         
 
                 
 
 
 
 
                                                  
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                                
 
 
 
                                                                                                                            來時的路,早已隱沒。
 
                                                                                        沒有開始,只有結束。
 
                                                                                              
                                                                                              
                                                                                           在充滿你的世界,
 
                                                                                   我還是一望無垠的孤獨。
 
                                                                                                  像一封
 
                                                                                                長眠的情書。   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                               
 女子為另一女子而作。
 
明明相愛,亦絕然各自離去。
 
 
 
 
 
05年。3月31日。10:05分。
 
                                                                                                                                                    
                                                                               
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                                                                 
                                      
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                                                                                      我。你。他。她。它。你們。他她們。
 
                                                                                                                                           最終都將亂無秩序的相對遺忘。
                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                        除了,時間。
                          
同埋,記錄。
                                                                                                                                                                                    
                        
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                                                                                                                                                       
 
 
 
                   
 
 
 
 
    
 
                                                                                            心靈或者書物。
 
                                        張開雙手要迎合的時候,才覺然領悟到它們的斷処。
 
                                                                                        
                                                     
 
 
                                                                  
 
 
 
                                                                     
 
 
 
 
                                                             
                                                                                     遺忘。今日。
 
                                                       遺忘。淩晨5:55分。
 
                                                       遺忘。沉迷之後的愧色。
                                                                                     
                                                       遺忘。死去的欲望。
                                                                                     
 
 
 
 
                            
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                                          
                                                                   
August 12

纪念。8月12日。

 
                                   
                                                           
 
 
                                                
 
 
 
。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。
 
 
 
 
                                                                                                           火車離去。
                                                                                              如同從你口中淡出的煙圈一樣,
                                                                                                           這樣 安靜。         
                                                                                                   
                                                                             
 
                                                  
                                                                                                                      
                                                       
                                         You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

                                          You make me happy when skies gray. 

                                                     you'll never know dear,

                                                      how much I love you..

                                           pleaes don't take my sunshine away..

                                                

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                                                                       时常这样难过。
                                              
                                                不是因为下雨,也不是因为某个死在大脑里的人。
                                                               
                                                                   白骨又怎么会说话呢。
                                                                           
                                                                             唯有。
                                                              
                                                               内心暗涌迭起,无意的惶怵,
                                                           
                                                             直至尽头,寥落亦久久不甘散尽。
                                                                                           
                                                              
                                                       
 
 
 
                                                                                                05年。527日。0818分。   
                                                                 
                                                                
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

                                落叶陆续的告别炎夏。
                                                                                                    
 
         余下的只有那株枯槁的小黄花,及她生前最记念的信件
 
 
                                                               
                   
 
 
                                                     
                 
 
 
                                                                                                          當日蒼翠行空,
 
                                                                                                                            愕然閒又雨聲瀝瀝。
 
                                                                                                                                行空成了暗地。
 
屹在街角的那傢飯館,仍舊寂寞。
 
          即使齊傢燈明。             
 
 
 
   
 
 
懸殊畫面。
 
到底是誰拍下了誰。                          
                                        
 
 
                                      
 
 
 
 
                                                                                                                         
某日,借着郵票旁的地址。
 
...尋找你的下落。 
 
可你孤獨的小木人,阻斷了一切。
 
 
 
 
 
 
             回望,  亦是一次令人淡漠的疼。
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
個說個話的群人,
 
刺耳的嬉笑聲,掩過肅穆的時針。
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                                                                                          
 
 
 
 
                                                                                
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                                                                         
 

誰殺死了八月。

肅殺。