I have been posting less frequently lately.
The major contributing factor is that I am not feeling as creative as I used to. This may change, but it is my current state. Hence, it takes time for me to read your posts.
Another factor is that I have taken up card making as a creative outlet since February 2025. I follow online tutorial to make cards. Here are some of the cards I made recently.
“Breathing is not free
in the mess of life and living.” ,
the tangled roots cry.
Nobody can tell from the tree top vantage point.
Birds are happily nesting and feeding the young.
Birdsong and cicada buzz are fanning the summer frenzy.
Lemon, lime, watermelon and cherry ice drinks,
metal fishing rods, surfboards and snorkelling gears,
salt hair, bikini and shorts, beach volleyball,
gulls spying on the fish and chips,
beer bottles weighing down stripy cabanas,
no one, not one living thing
hears the tangled roots’ cry.
We say
we will get married
if we get to 40
and still single
For now
we just
fuck passionately
in between our
each semi-committed relationship
Deep down
I realise that
we don’t want to
lose each other
by giving our hearts
to someone else
There is wisdom
in knowing that
we can’t lose
what we don’t have
like our parents’ marriages
I can’t make myself
write about fear
or worry
by your hospital bed
Every breath we take
is a gift
a gift that is second by second
You are breathing
and fighting to stay alive
And isn’t that something
to celebrate
even just for this second
倒着走喝啤酒的日子已过去了
但你纯真的傻笑仍旧缠绕耳边
把我带回对爱无惧的初恋年华
时光的隧道真是有那样的魔力
苍发的皱脸禁不住激爱的红晕
隔山海的我们还在为过去喝彩
The days of walking backwards and drinking beer are gone. But your innocent, silly laughter still lingers in my ears, taking me back to my fearless first love. The tunnel of time truly holds such a magical power. My wrinkled face, gray-haired, can’t help but blush with love. Across mountains and seas, we still celebrate the past.
我想
我就是
那种人
啃着丝巾
象无味的零食
又不过瘾
又放不下
在地铁上
想象着别人的生活
去逃避自己的现实
我以为你们很自由
没想到
我想象中的自由
也付出
拥拥鱼海的竞争
Flicker of Thoughts 