言寺

坦诚

现实需要卸妆

老老实实看

见,缺陷里的优点

虽然少了点盲目

爱情里没有备胎

(此路不通)

离开寂寞,自白

刺裸裸地睡在你身边

把你脱光

Poetry

My Language

Watch it

It can be brutal or tough

Or in another way

另类,你可知道

I am my own language

Couldn’t decide which to speak

言寺

冰箱

那是一道我最喜欢打开的门

夜里也义无反顾地

光会投射入眼眶

而里面装了些什么

幸福就是魔术的助手

水果 乳酪 冰淇淋

一打鸡蛋和明天会在饭桌上的小菜

每天打开不一样的惊喜

直到最后一刻不熄灭的灯

Thoughts

What My Writing Is About

I make awful first drafts, at times thrown away. And even when I manage to finish it, if it could even be defined as done, it would bare little resemblance to the first thing that came out of my mind. Not because it wanted to be heard but it’s my voice that wished to be spoken. So much so that it doesn’t matter if I speak gibberish.

In rearranging and rephrase, I make out the meaning. My thoughts on paper fell into pieces and reassembled. Becoming what I would and never could become, in words and stories, this realm held too much positivity and dreams that reality may seem too cruel.

But maybe because I was away, far from demons’ sight. I see darkness because I have light.