3/12/2012

we need to talk...not.

这一篇我觉得我必须用华文书写。
感情事,
应该是过去就该放手了。
不过,
为什么,
我的心还是悬着的感觉?
这不像我。
所以,
我觉得我们欠对方一个交代。
更深入来讲,
她欠我一个解释。
当你说不是,
我会问你为什么不是。
你说不能,
那你要讲为什么不能。
你讲不喜欢,
你必须坦白为什么不喜欢。
虽然真想往往让人心痛,
事实往往也让人释怀。
现在的我,
心虽然已经麻木了,
但是我还无法释怀。
心痛还需心药治,
解铃还需系铃人。
系在心上的解,
我还是需要绑上的人来解。
你的解释,
没有来到。

所以,
我麻醉自己的方法就是写。
不停的写。
忘我的写。
废寝忘食的写。
也许解铃并无需系铃人,
创作,
就是我的心药。
灵感,
就是一把剪刀。
剪断心结的剪刀。
狠狠一剪,
当下虽痛,
往后却得以释怀。

解释?
不用了。

客套话?
省了。

你,
我放开了。

我,
好了。

文,
了了。







3/05/2012

Randomness

Haha the feeling of finishing a short novel--fulfilling =)
I always embrace the feeling of wanting to share my work.
Neither asking for approval
nor glamour.
I just want people to feel me from my writings.
As it was said by someone before,
if u can understand the work of an artist,
it means that you are actually looking into the soul of the artist itself.
too bad that i almost always write in chinese.
means that you need to be literate in the chinese language itself u read my works.
i know i'm damn random tonight.
this is the first time i'm writing something without knowing what my next line would be.
maybe i'd used up all my brainjuice in writing the stories?
hahaha.
just feeling a sudden obligation to post at least something in my blog right now.
okay let's do it this way...
leave ur mind blank..
and just follow the flow of this post.
let the melody guide you.
music heals after all.
i will perhaps post a link to my novel in the near future...
or post the novel itself in the blog...
or not at all...given that i might send it for publications.
and as a remark to my previous post...
i'm better now.
writing always makes me forget my sorrow.
the music is soothing...
the night is nice...
and my room is warming.
i'm happy.
and i want everyone reading this to feel me.
to be happy.
or at least not to feel sad.
oh such randomness...
ok i've said enough.
stop.