March 6, 2008
I turn on the music in the car. FM 92.5 is always cheerfully noisy. John Mayer covers my silent tears. I do not know why I cry but a strong tide of emotion just roars in my heart, then flows out of my eyes.
In those moments when days blend with nights, I sink in the greyness and wish that I could stay there for a while but my tears are telling me that the line is clearer than ever no matter how diligently I have tried to avoid it. The tears are also a mourning, mourning about the closed door to my heart, once widely open.
I always believe that I was born out of water. Water calms me down in a very intimate way. So when you ask me:" Who are you? What do you want?" questions that we ask ourselves millions of times along the whole life journey, I suddenly realize that I am a waterlily and you are a cactus.
Posted by pengbo at March 6, 2008 8:25 PM
I'm a grassuhi ;) *scronch* :)
Posted by: karl at March 6, 2008 11:56 PM
Posted by: 北极狐 at March 10, 2008 3:44 PM
Quizz: talking about eating. I will have a new opportunity to eat knife cut noodles in April…
Posted by: karl at March 12, 2008 6:08 AM
lucky you! i am planning to go in September...
Posted by: helen at March 14, 2008 5:57 PM
Not a water lily living on the surface, but the water itself.
Posted by: Kevin Fort Lauderdale at March 23, 2008 8:32 PM
Oddly enough, I felt exactly like this. And very often too.
Posted by: Lisa at April 19, 2008 9:39 AM
Posted by: guo at April 22, 2008 5:02 AM