Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Annaism

In the beginning, there was nothing at all but the moon and the sun. And the moon wanted to come out during the day, but there was something so much brighter that seemed to fill up all those hours. The moon grew hungry, thinner and thinner, until she was just a slice of herself, and her tips were as sharp as a knife. By accident, because that is the way most things happen, she poked a hole in the night and out spilled a million stars, like a fountain of tears.

Horrified, the moon tried to swallow them up. And sometimes this worked, because she got fatter and rounder. But mostly it didn't, because there were just so many. The stars kept coming, until they made the sky so bright that the sun for jealous. He invited the stars to his side of the world, where it was always bright. What he didn't tell them, thought, was that in the daytime they'd never be seen. So the stupid ones leaped from the sky to the ground, and they froze under the weight of their own foolishness.

The moon did her best. She carved each of these blocks of sorrow into a man or a woman. She spent the rest of her time watching out so that her other stars wouldn't fall. She spent the rest of her time holding on to whatever scraps she had left...

--- Jodi Picoult (My Sister's Keeper)

A passage which i read over and over again...
Hold the tears Life must go on

Sunday, January 9, 2011

想

就一瞬间
我感觉肩膀的忽然沉重

沉默
睡不着

Saturday, December 11, 2010

好久不见

有时候


越想要越得不到

顺其自然 他会出现在你面前



我也想像他一样

相信圣诞老人会实现你的愿望

然后告诉你 不要心烦


And I dream of you on your birthday :)

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

空

猜

却看不透


那些环境的秘密信息

是一种误导


你的功力还不够深

被利用了 傻瓜

Friday, November 19, 2010

停下太久

忘了该如何开始

双子座的三分钟热度

原来不是作假的


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最近碰见了好久不见的人

才发现我们已经变成了见面不打招呼的朋友很久很久


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我还是很想看星星

可惜那个看星星的地方听说已经不见了


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Tuesday, September 28, 2010

“那不是很好的的结果, 你还好吗?”
那是我记得的唯一一句话

我无法回答
世上很多事情可以预想
我却从来没有想过它会发生
事实是没有人会这样想

那天
我穿着最爱的裙子和新鞋
听到这个消息
回家大哭了很久很久

才过了两个月
我好像度过了漫长的两年
很多需要改变的

正在改变的

还在适应的一切一切

生活忽然多了很多该选择的事情
做还是不做 去还是不去
都要一一衡量

那段时间有很多的想法会跑进你的脑袋
你无法控制产生的是好信息还是坏信息
哭着睡 醒着哭
不知道自己在做什么
那时候你只知道生活还是要继续过

每天都在做同样的事情
每个星期都在重复着
那些在你昏迷着时穿插过的声音那么真实
直到现在我不曾忘记的感觉

那是麻醉药的故事

这段时间你学会一个东西
叫做limitation
以前可以做的
现在或许需要慢慢减少

不管你喜欢不喜欢

早去早退
所有的聚会都少了你
而你发现你跟他们渐行渐远

很失落

可以在众人面前告诉他们你没事你很好
有时候原来不是那么容易
有些东西不是说可以接受就可以


没那么简单
给我多一点时间

不是什么事情都能告诉别人
不是所有事情说了别人都会懂
别人会不自觉地敷衍你
不要说我任性脆弱

或许让我哭一哭我会更坚强一点

我只想告诉你
我不是宋慧乔
我会过得比她好