speechless

life is a beautiful thing

precious

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She sprang open her green umbrella and stepped through the doors that quickly shut behind her.

How long has it been?

Ten? Twelve? Maybe it was thirteen.

It's been so long that the past have all become a blur.

The streets seemed the same, except there was a lack of human voices in the air. The rumbling of machines, and wind howling past their windows, filled the silence.

Rain sprinkled on her umbrella. She took small footsteps in her slightly wet flats. The heel of her shoe pained the ankle of her left foot a bit; just like it used to when the weather was a little less than kind.

She must've recognized her.

The brief exchange of acknowledgement and hesitation was no mistake.

Her eyes were duller. The childish curiosity and brilliance existed no more.

The years of their youth. The times they've laughed and cried together. They have simply put them in the storage box of life, and kept it safe and dry in their memories.

There was no need to speak.

Utterance of words would just shatter fondness.

The train had long escaped her route of history, and line of vision.

Her eyes were beginning to fail her too.

People were still walking in and out of the same cafes and restaurants, ordering the same tasteless dishes and drinks.

Fresh produces were replaced by the frozen peas and corn. She remembered the hours they spent in those aisles, trying to find their supper.

The sky was tainted a little gray; the color past blue but not quite black. She began to really enjoy that shade lately. It made her feel like a poet.

She took a sharp left turn and climbed the steps to a set of brown doors.

She reached for the runner of her umbrella and pulled it back.

She sighed, wanting to speak a few words to comfort her aging soul, but she could only find the sound of silence to fill the thick, humid summer air.

She noticed one broken stretcher, barely holding up the rib.

Maybe it's time to throw this in the garbage. Or get it fixed. She thought.

She turned the bronze knob on the door.

Maybe she should've said hi.

Or... maybe next time.

逆光

也許一直害怕有答案 
也許愛靜靜在風裡打轉 
離開釋懷　很短暫又重來 
有時候自問自答 

there are just days when i dont want to get up.

dont want to move

dont want to look outside

dont want to turn around and see which faces are looking back at me

i just want to lay here 

in complete silence

and just spend the day the hours

the minutes

the seconds

. . .

home

In the light of the sun
Is there anyone? Oh, it has begun
Oh dear, you look so lost
Your eyes are red, the tears are shed
This world you must have crossed, you said

every time i hear this song i fall in love with Boston all over again.

you don't know me... you don't even care.... 

i know it's a sad song, but somehow every time i hear it i just want to go outside and smile.

i wonder, perhaps, Boston is the home i've been searching for? perhaps... this is the place where i belong after all...

it feels so good. it feels like home.

it is home.

home. 

home!

却还是这么难熬

有的时候真的不懂。。。

我在想什么？

好想痛痛快快的大哭一场。。。

罢了罢了

for forgiveness

"The LORD is merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love. He will not always accuse, nor will he keep his anger forever. He does not deal with us according to our sins, nor repay us according to our iniquities. For as the heavens are high above the earth, so great is his steadfast love toward those who fear him; as far as the east is from the west, so far he removes our transgressions from us. As a father has compassion for his children, so the LORD has compassion for those who fear him. For he knows how we were made; he remembers that we are dust." -Psalms 103.6-14.

He remembers that we are dust...

slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love...

to forgive us for all of our sins, how deep a love is that? forgiveness in the hands of God is amazing. i cannot describe the power with my simple mortal words....

u cannot even begin to imagine how God must have hurt when Jesus bore the cross and died for us. yet when we are faced with life's little unpleasantries, we tend to hold grudges for so long. we curse, we blame, and we argue for the unfair treatments, for the injustice done to us....but what wrongs have others done to us so great that we cannot find it in us to forgive?

to put down your axe and ease your anger, to slowly come to terms with the fact that we are merely humans! we have faults! if God can forgive us for all the wrongs we have done to Him, and still to love us the way He does.... what might we have to complain about?

color my world rainbow

"light up, light up

as if you have a choice

even if you cannot hear my voice

i'll be right beside you dear"

isn't that enough? to know that even though sometimes we are alone, we aren't alone.

it is perhaps scary to imagine there is a path that we walk on without the company of others...

but maybe, just maybe, we don't have the physical warmth of arms around us,

we have something better?

isn't love that travel distance the best?

we may not see, or touch, or hear, but we can feel.

the type of love that transcends time and space... isn't that more than enough?

aristotle thought friendship requires physical intimacy... but does it really?

if we know that there's someone out there that we can reach out towards,

isn't that all we really require?

to know that we aren't alone?

in this universe, in this life, in this moment, we may feel alone,

but are we?

even if we cannot hear, someone will be right beside us dear.