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
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
Go to therapy
is not like taking a pill
then the headache is gone.
Therapy is like giving the tools to a gardener
they still need to dig through the dirt
to let new shoots come through.
When your arm stretches out
I don’t have to take it
just let you hang
Soon, you’ll grow droopy
like my eyelids
fighting a losing battle
All the decent men and women are taken
I am left alone to ponder
at 3am
and trying to arm wrestle
till 5am
then I’ll feel like a pathetic winner
that defeated sleep
She sees drowning beings
everywhere
reaches out her hand
to rescue
one by one
until
she is too tired
to move
The next day
she does the same
repeat
the next day
She can’t stop the rescue mission
because she is the one
drowning
Everyday
The saddest person
is often the most giving
Perhaps that’s the only way
to ease the pain
by focusing on others
Thinking about self
or being in touch with their feelings
is beyond what they can bear
“People are not what they say but what they do.”
Often our emotions and feelings deceive us. We put our logic aside.
We will be brianwashed if we don’t look beyond the slogans or intentions, to see the proof or evidence.
If we were presented a future but there are no concrete steps on how to get there, it’s merely an illusion. Marketing sells an illusion rather than reality. It’s wise to not fall into the trap.
History will tell.
If I am asked to explain myself to you,
you don’t know me as much as you thought.
I wanted to work
I really did
Earning a living
Putting bread on table
I desired to work
I turned up for my new job
At lunch time
I got nervous
Eating two pieces of white bread
With butter and jam
The last straw
Was by the watercooler
They asked about my recent holiday
I freaked out
Sweating profusely
Embarrassed
I fled the building
I wanted to work
I really did
I tried and tried
Still failed the 7th time
Sitting on my porch
Pating my dog
She will be due soon
I desire to work
To feed her and her cute puppies
I really do
Our dreams have fallen at some point. It bruises us. Dreams get buried and forgotten most of the time. Occasionally, something picks them back up like the wind blows the fallen leaves, they take fly again and reveal once more how beautiful and enticing they once were before they touched the ground and got trampled on.
Flicker of Thoughts 