me

I feel her loneliness, her emptiness and at the same time her longing for love that she somehow cannot achieve. I wonder has she lost faith in love or just that the "one" for her is lost somewhere? Or maybe the love she lusts for, does not exist in this realistic, cruel world at all......

你的担忧，我读不到一半，哭了。

你 想对我说的，我都明白。我不是没努力尝试去忘记该忘的，想忘的。结果还是徒劳无功的把那遗憾记的更清楚。我也很想在这深不见底的迷惘里，找个理由，让自己 浮上来。可，偏偏我却只找到了一大堆的理所当然，继续往下沉。可能我真的已经慢慢习惯，习惯了迷茫的活着，习惯了窒息的味道，习惯了那种慢慢下沉的感觉。

对你们而言，我感染的是伤感的疾病。一个已终生不愈的疾病。对我，那是我仅剩还可依赖的虚幻梦境。也正因为想一直留在这梦里，我就要习惯一个人。最后，我能为自己做的，是将那永远无法填补的空缺留下来。抱着它留给我的痛，安分守己的与心底最深处相依为命。。

empty abyss

i haf no idea how he look like, feel like, taste like.
yet, he is all i can tink of..
wake me up pls, i do not wan to dream any more.

it was noting beautiful.

two strangers catch eachother’s names,

yearnin for a story to begin.

it was a beautiful noting.

two strangers fall in love.

and den forget, eachother.

it was noting anyway.

jus strangers, in lover's clothes.

noting to say realli. everyting's a void. everyting's blank.
i guess if the feelin isnt real enuff for us to hold on to,
theres oways the option to let it fall.