sleep less

I like to sleep.
But I don't sleep early.
Instead, I stay up to arrange music files on my computer.
I like to sleep.
But I don't sleep early.
Instead, I stay up to see what people say (if they say) to me.
I like to sleep.
But I don't sleep early. I don't know why.

I like to sleep.
But I won't sleep early. I don't know why.

time is all I have. or not have at all.

I wait for something interesting to happen.
I sit here in front of the computer, waiting for something interesting.
if i sleep early i may miss it and have to wait another day.

If you don't have enough sleep for long enough
it feels drunk.

but nothing happens.
until i give up.
and sleep too late
to sleep enough.

one day i will sleep my fill
away
from anybody
so i don't have to wait
and i won't have to sleep early
because i can sleep all day one day
and nobody can find me

or one day
something interesting
will happen
or one day i will fall sick

this is not what i hoped for
i am living in a dream
everything will disappear and reappear

almost everything.

See me

It'll be something
to find one day
a caterpillar under your skin.

A caterpillar
that is green
and maybe with red spots.
Not too long
but not short enough.

It must have been eating on your flesh
or feeding on the blue blood from the blue vein while it was on its way back to your heart.

It'll be worse though
to find one day
a caterpillar cocoon under your skin.

It is just unimaginable where will it fly after metamorphosis...

My elephant parade 2005

Let's.

He said,
"Let us not be too direct...
Let us beat around the bush."

(Okay, Terence.)

想你 5

我很想你。。。
(你想我吗？)

What will happen on Christmas?

"What will happen on Christmas?" She asked, nobody in particular.

A good question.
A valid question.
An unsuspecting, honest, difficult question.

I try to answer, but I only ended up asking if it matters what happened on Christmas.
I remember.

Still, I cannot know what will happen on Christmas.

So, I guess, I shall wonder along with her.

(for Pris. Happy Christmas to you.)

Then I blog.

Today I did a lot of work.
Then I went to visit my friends.
Then I went driving around and got lost.
But then I found my way, eventually, like always.
Then I had dinner.
With more of my friends.
Then some went to watch movie.
Then we had nothing to do (eventually, like always).
So we did nothing.
Then I drove around.
Then we did a bit more of nothing.
Then I came home.
Then I blog.

Pity

A pity is time lost.
A pity is an aspiration forgotten.
A pity is faith broken.

A pity is a spray of beautiful, beautiful blooms with a single little bud wilted.

I shall wait to watch a beautiful morning, and thereafter, a beautiful sunset.

I must be patient.

想你 4

偷看到你独自坐在那儿吃晚饭。
感到一股冲动。
我要陪你一下。

我独自的离开了。

我想我明白了
我们本来都是寂寞的。

当时的你看起来好像不太开心。
你有不愉快的事吗？

如果我们之间有差别，那也只不过是，
我有没有想你，你想不想我，
罢了。

17 September 2005 - Paragraph 7 (final instalment)

I am waiting for something else to believe in.