2009/05/24 15:45

Gaby ，生于90.11.03
始终不懂Jamie拍这图的意思
一首有爱的歌，给一直努力善良的Gaby。

Mothers have woven a black velvet ocean
And spread it between the night and the day shores
So that children might sleep, gently rocked by the motion
Of waves beneath boats built by fathers like yours

With you safe aboard by the shore we will linger
And watch as your breathing it fills up the sail
You loosen your moorings...your grip on your finger
And leave on the velvet and silvery trail

Alone on the shore with our hearts close to breaking
We stand in the wake as you glide from our reach
Calmed by the thought that the voyage you're taking
Will bring you at dawning back safe to this beach


We cannot sail with you, be there to guide you
Or pilot your boat through the black of the night
But no ocean can keep you, no darkness can hide you
Away from our love and its undying light

2009/05/24 15:38

我的整个生命就仅仅意味着我能知道怎样死亡。

2009/05/18 17:40

从笔记本里找到一张纸片，是高中作业纸的某部分，旧黄的质地，字迹很潦草，难以一一辨认：
“她的文字通常拥有禀赋与能量，能轻易获取乞求之物，却不易被窘话的体制改造，把灵魂缴交于图库...如此意气风发，宛若骄子，然而一触碰生命仪题，又比他人痛楚自语，他们原应利用禀赋搜索生命意义，可是那一份气质却更优先洞悉虚口。”

残念，竟忘了到底描述的是谁。

2009/05/16 05:07

我曾经听一个远去的好友描述厦门，那里阳光灼烈，有大片可以用来派遣伤痛的流云。我用那时的心情去幻想一幅趋于安定，沉郁的画面，便获得了足够的坚定。
想来不过几个小时的车程，却对仅仅是一早的影像固执地沉溺。我知道许多处境往往连身边最亲密的人也无法理解，比如借由一家德式咖啡馆，或者一只算得上暴劣的猫来传递感情。这些听起来就足够能被选择性忽略。

我没真正看过夏天的海，也没经历过目的明确的长途跋涉。我向往的是为人不知的一切美好事物。

我到不了你心里的，这些念念不舍终究只能折合成离你最近的距离。