For this day.



For these days.

Until they meet each other, until they say goodbye.

Im not that happy, i think this entry may be a very first time that i directly tell my feeling recently, here. I have some great friends, they grow with me, tech me alot, i love all of them, appreciate all of them. To me, friends, should be some guys that you have respect on, close value and perspective.  Every one has a single story, every one has their way to deal with the past, the memories. These one and a half year, I changed alot. I start not to trust something that I used to be, I start not to put sentimental feeling to something that it should be. I try only looking forward, to search for my heart of gold. Maybe there is no meaning for at the end . Coz something that have its own meaning already gone from me. The light of the day is gone, what can i do? I can only try holding my mind everywhere, very lonely.

A girl called me up few days before, I dont know what should I say. Besides some words like ' take care' 'all the best wishes' 'i know you can do it'... Its really sad that I have to hide my feeling to stop and prevent crossing that line. It makes me feel im a liar again. We are both no longer in that traffic anymore. I choose to keep this brown box very well, dont open it, there's pin inside.

Something which means so much to oneself, it wont twist your mind every second, but it will keep reminding you constantly, its a shadow land inside your heart. Everytime I squeeze my eyes at night, they come closer to me, but when I rub my eyes, I know I should go again.

My dream, bigger than my memories. Its so a American way of thinking, but im come from redwood, you know how hollow Im now?

I got drunk last nite, I think inside a crowd, alcohol doesnt bring each other closer, I feel very detached, we hold up the bottles and listen to some garbages. But its really nice to recognize some old faces.

Thing to think, thing to plan

Think im scared be a hollow man

So I ride the note with a Mercury's bike

Cross everywhere until the morning light

These days, nothing changes

These days, nothing stays the same

My tears, no more Sally can wait

My mind, more dead than alive.

You know?

A vintage man taught me we could be unlimt

A blind man taught me this world is brightness

There's only my hero show me the universe is wordless

To imagine, to release, to led one to trueness.

You know?

We are not talking about politics

Art is not some data can be manipulated

There's only one theory can be consolidated

Yes no OK No hypothesis, plz give, Kit plz give.

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