Tuesday 16 March 2010

水自流

水流著,沒有甚麼的,就是流著。但墨水流著,帶出的就是怨事,黑色的不會是甚麼好東西來的。愛著狂想都是自己犯的罪,恨自己太水性,動不動就瀉得滿地。

等待揮發成水氣,誰會等待著你,沒有氣息,沒有動力,全都是沉澱重壓。一刻一刻的流走卻來每分每秒的死寂。

For I own nothing, I have nothing to lose. Once I get, the spectre of dispossession haunts around me. Owning to lose, losing to gain, none gets and gives me. I am that kind of nothing. Flowing water flows, all the deeds do with ways that all are into them. I am flowing water around myself.

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