Series published on “Obscure magazine (Hongkong)” 2018
The sensitive moon
Hanging on the dark
Hanging on the bright
And hanging on the grey
It must cannot fall
Fall into the society
Fall into the family gap
Fall into the unreasonable forbidden
Fall into itself
It must cannot fall
The man loves dying flowers
The woman loves colorful flowers
The combination of them could be impact,
could be unexpected harmony.
You hate me when i walk alone
I had dreams of several times that I lost you .
when morning comes ,
you still you
I still I.
Searching for the tree of life,
The tree may give me candies
The tree may swallow my pain
The tree may never betray me
The tree may complete me all
Mr.The ebb and flow of the tide,how many times will you tie a pink ribbon in your days ?
Everyone has a purple dream.
Foggy and untouchable air in this purple dream.
No absolutely definition
No mural controlled
No walking on the railway
You can touch his body
You can touch her body
You can touch his mind
You can touch her mind
Welcome to the purple dream.
A piece of words could not dissemble you.
Illegible? it`s in token of our existence.
Your provocative talk while sleeping will cure my night.
And your night ate my exit.
Sharing mind is never be a easy thing
With right person
with right weather
with right breathe
with right soul
And with right pumping heart.
A nation weary from long years of war started to speak to walls and step on flowers.
Nobody there was dead yet.
Smell of bread and a hint of fall in the air.
Sunday it’s raining.
i did try to humiliate her many times.
Not only i hate her but also i knew i will never forgive her
“Past is past, forget it and move on.” you said.
But the past is in my mind
in my blood
in my everywhere
i can not being myself without my past.
Unreality is the way we have been told not to do.
Get your job
Get your money
Get your house
Get your insurance
Get everything you have to do.
I am hoping the unrealistic things can inject to my brain and my body and my soul .
Let's pray together that I will never wake up in the reality.
There's a key in our body.
To open the emotional and unemotional you.
Judgement, suffering, ignorance ,pathetic ,and critics is at outside world.
We must be patient for preparing the incoming future like immature flowers.
Use the key
and live like blossom flowers.
Extend of life
The waves ' sound is more closer and closer ,
scraping and tearing up the silent night.
You whispered to my ears,
"When the night is dark enough
you can see the stars."
Names,lights and children
Sometimes window is closed ,door is open
If you get lost
please ask Siri
Your shadow fits in my shadow.
On this infinity road,
I am swimming by the rules.
I've been told and taught how to move.
Never try to disappoint you or you.
But I am waiting,
Waiting for the storm.
Dance and fly away to my free dreamland .
Mist is miss
and also refuge from them
will be will be
melted in her whistle
I thought ,pain killer can’t kill my cures
it’d just wrap and gulp
i have to let it go through my cameras.
Thank you for coming to my second world.
