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敘舊

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曾經想過﹐一般舊識聚會時敘舊和談近況的比例是如何分配的﹖
這個數據是不是有深一層的意義呢﹖
一再地敘舊是不是可能代表友情的停滯﹐
走不出過去或是沒有向前的共同點﹖
不再敘舊寧可談天氣菜價了是因為真的向前走去了﹐
還是有點想要放下這段情誼了﹖
可見極端都不是好事 ...


sussing it out

so much thinking
over so much time
so many times

so much brooding
over age-old tangles and webs
becoming so very confused

not thinking was a road not taken
no turning back is the realisation in the face
of chaotic
knots and patterns
of hazy days

pondering still
without end
everything is all too hard and bent

finding consciousness a thorn
and a seed of pain
is far from a relief
unless it be capable of being reined in
as much as it makes little sense
all seems sussed out
though to no obvious avail

carrying on nonetheless
thinking with fewer quests
still so much time to figure out
how to think even less
how to keep on thinking without needing to confess
of silent distress

but then
it is probably all just a temporary mess



doubting time

they say time changes everything,
and i used to doubt that.

i thought i could stand still,
unwavering against the tide of years gone by,
humming the same tune,
dreaming of a rainbow that won't fade, and
hoping for a storyline that never ends.

time tells of a different kind of story:
a kind of stories that end to begin other stories;
a different kind of neverending.

time deals in multitude,
it knows 'one' is hard to let go of,
but 'many' can be hard to keep track of.

time changes everything
because it knows you can't possibly remember everything,
and it never hesitates in giving you more to remember
if you think you could.



joining dots

sometimes i wonder
whether i've been playing join-the-dots
for far too long
for i seem to have trouble recalling
what the bigger picture looks like



one snap

one tiny piece of thread snapped in my head
a minor explosion within

an implosion of such weight
leaving no debris
but a black hole

further exploration seems futile
as it sheds no light

needless to say
it sucks
whatever gravitates towards where it lays

my head
my universe
my vacuum
my vagueness