空房出租

墙角自个儿的背影

你在偷笑

镜头加个伴

笑的喜悦

打从心底



与你的最爱

乐在其中

是自由 钦佩 挥霍

你的模拟 你的选择

你翱翔



我应该像是住在你心里

三个月

那小小空间

和你共眠

租金是肉体与精神

因为 爱  情绪

太珍贵

（你必须应该会  识破我的借口）



有一天

如果你走了



就让我心酸一阵子

哪怕你不再回来

Treacherous Whispers

I remember it all

I remember it all about you

how my curiosity was aroused

when you used to utilize your space

it was always the New York Times

those old English text

were you from another planet?

a high tendency, possibly

wasn't too eager, but

I concurred in silence



An illusion, constructed ——


I remember

that frame, so petite

one that I can sense from a sea of crowd

one that I know, if I saw in a foreign street

I would run

as if I've lost my mind


I would run for you





A flashback, rewound ——


fruits or nuts, for cereal

I asked

both

you answered

sounded authoritative

sounded bold, with a tinge of arrogance

clean and precise

like your art


I was intrigued, captured

like a deer, with multiple antlers

in a forest, covered in snow






all about you

as I step forward

all about you

as I had my head turned

wouldn't it be better

if I chose to remain stagnant

in the first place

wouldn't it be better

if I admire you from afar

even if I had my eyes opened

if I didn't get to know this much about you

if I didn't have to find so much of your

pieces along the way

if I didn't have to find out how,

or what I can do about them












it hurts

when I extract myself out of the picture

that feeling

as if your heart shrunk half its size








I wept,

for you are too beautiful

painstakingly beautiful


as I held myself arrested

White Daisies

Very rarely do I see you tear

aching as it vibrates

piercing as it infects

like a venom

you terminate

neuron by neuron

my strings pulled

albeit heart still pumping



Sometimes I clogged too much of you in my mind

the world sees it

I was discriminated, framed and fractured

I wonder why

why couldn't I be left alone without shackles chained



I must have been a great entertainer

my creations follow no norm

you watched with a cynic smile, with pop corn and its packaging of five-edge stars in white

how lightly could one be taken

of skepticism, egocentrism and pitiful cries



I need no general consensus

of the human language

talk to me with a free mind

not an analyst

but of a born-free artist

or whoever you choose to be



I do not wish you to fathom my perception

it was a mere moment where I got to sit with you

side by side

at a given physical experience

worldly attachments

a calculation of the universe



it was an encounter that I appreciate

as I smile whilst admire

I raised my arm forward as my heart instructed









"you opened my eyes"

how can I ever thank you?



"can I touch you?"

"rarely do I see you tear"



I shall greet you when the first spring breeze

brushes your hair

Bialy

I shall admit before hand -

I'm not really good at this

I have used as much transparency to give

all I do is give and expect that the world would react the same 

A smile for a smile

warmth for warmth

when all that came back in return was mostly disappointing 

- it must be easier for the cycle of violence to be recycled

Most of them found love 

amongst cons and ill intentions 

how powerful love stood out to be embraced

amongst the heavily dusted lens of our perceptions

why does it have to be layered, then stood up as a sore thumb

could you possibly fall in love in the most natural circumstances

if this happens to be a preconception of what you think about love

it ends up to be a pre-condition 

a default mode set by the head

so that your illusions are capable of being adorned around it

- how beautiful you'd had that defined

But why do some choose to offer still

of being altruistic, defying ugly truths

are humans really born to be angelic and kind

or the case speaks otherwise -

Tell me

how does the world shape your views

What do you believe in

Absorption.

Berlin, 1927.

The instillation of essence you performed,
silently in the night.


It was magic
(You were magic).


You would squander a form of existence, to its finest value.
It couldn't be helped,
it was destined,
you were the crafter.
Believe me, you have not seen it all.

Raison D'etre.

你的心灵 被占据被弥补了
忙碌的 散播点子
平台也不再

我一直想
除了 祈祷
以安稳自己
以最微小的距离接近你

我什么都做了