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. 

多余

多余：别人剩下不要的；碍手碍脚但是却又像是打不走的苍蝇。

生命里多余的你我就像不该在菜盘里发现的东西，只有人嫌弃。

爱情里多余的你我就像米缸里每一粒沙，淘米就是在过略不该存在的人。

情人眼里容不下沙。。。何必特意的将自己成为一粒毁了一锅饭的沙呢？

去吧。。。寻找属于你的沙漠。。。

today will be better, i swear!

"Today is going to be a better one

There's nothing more to take in

That's going wrong"

it's true it's true! 

i finally did it! it's done it's done it's done!!!

today is just full of happiness and joy that i simply cannot keep in :)

life is good to me. and then some!

first cut is the deepest

“To be mature means to face, and not evade, every fresh crisis that comes.”  - Fritz Kunkel

hiding seems to be most common form of self-protection. it is also the most selfish, most cowardly and most immature form one can pick.

every fresh wound or every deep cut is going to heal itself, eventually, if only you recognize that it exists. 

pretending like you are not bleeding, not crying, not hurting won't help. nothing will ever resolve itself, and it never means it doesn't pain you at all when ignored.

to face is to fear and is also to love. to love better, one must face all that comes with it. 

there is no good without bad, and no love without suffering.

but to suffer is to sacrifce and what love is deeper than that?

bittersweet symphony

"To love means to open ourselves to the negative as well as the positive - to grief, sorrow, and disappointment as well as to joy, fulfillment, and an intensity of consciousness we did not know was possible before." -- Rollo May

often times it seems as though we imagine love to be this sweet sweet thing. as if it's made out of sugar and cream, and everything good! but anybody who can bake knows even the sweetest passteries consist of salt, and salt is never sweet.

i like eating dark chocolate while drinking sweet tea. it's like taking in life, love and everything good and bad at the same time. 

bittersweet. bittersweet. only after bitter can you taste sweet.

that's why marriage is about sticking together through thick and thin, in sickness and in health, because only then did you taste the full flavor of magic. 

其实这样何尝不好呢？

不是故事的结局不够好，而是我们对故事的要求过多。

爱情就像两个拉着橡皮筋的人，受伤的总是不愿意放手的那个。

没错！

往往我们都对结局抱着多么大的希望。。。想着它能完成我们一切的寄托。。。

可是结局只能有一个，而且通常都没有神话里那般美妙。

往往最终都是为挣个虚荣心弄得鱼死网破。。。多不值啊！

其实如果我们放开胸襟，就当那故事是故事，就当那过去的已成历史好了。

何必掀开痛苦的面纱，仅为了再目睹一次血淋淋的伤痕，即使它已快结疤复合？

爱情也由如一般。。。

几时有人会想放手？几时有人会想离别？

可当他松开你手时，你也该转头了。。。

爱不能只有一人维持

它本该是两人的故事，那就该如此。。。

尽管很多时候结局都不如我们所料。。。

看着别人的故事，流着自己的眼泪

粉底用来遮掩皮肤的瑕疵，微笑用来掩盖心灵的伤口。

爱上一个人的心理历程是：这个人在你心里的地位从“可有可无”到“似有若无”，最后变成“绝无仅有”。

的确。看到这两句话时真是深有感触。

伤心的时候会想笑，因为不想别人和你一起难过。

总想着就那样一笑而过好了。。。就当什么都无所谓。。。就因其实一切都那么的有所谓。

真正的爱似乎不该仅有激情。。。而更是细水长流。。。

慢慢的。。。然后在不知不觉中就早已入住你心了。。。

有时我们输不起

人与人之间为何有那么多的。。。纠纷？

当离别时我们才得知这些。。。有多么的来之不易？

可那时是否一切都早已过去。。。是否都来不及了呢？

人生可否如此一般？时而晴时而阴。

与其不停寻找不消失的彩虹还不如静静的珍稀着天空变化的每一分钟。