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    August 10

    song of silence

    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

    梦境

    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。