August 10
My lips never tasted the salt and the rain
No voice ever called for me.
I reach out to touch them, but in vain
Only my dreams are free.
The outside world don't hear my voice
Happily they play.
I'm trapped so tight without a choice
and doomed to decay.
Silently I wail and weep
For I never have felt the sea
Silently I fall asleep
Only my dreams are free.

August 05
昨夜做一个迷乱的梦,同学,朋友,同事,不同时期不同地域认识的人出现在同一个梦里,他们以某种不可思议的方式相识,演绎着梦中的故事。每个人的性格在梦中都与现实截然不同,但又真实得让人无法质疑。
午夜醒来,梦依旧清晰。
也许每个人在表面掩饰下都有另一个自己,好似一头困兽在心底一天天成长,而童年的记忆,成长中的困惑,周遭的变故与挫折就是他的饵料,日积月累不为人知,有时也不为己知。
而一旦这头困兽放出牢笼就足以慑人。