When words fade..

by phenixwithnomind

夢魘把我從最後的避風港中趕了出來,儘管於零晨時份,天已黑了太久,曙光還沒到來,腦袋卻要在這狹縫與黑暗當中一直的跑著,來回於埋藏與挖掘的矛盾之中一直翻犁,到現實當中一直折騰,直至眼前愈化模糊,可依靠的地方也已遠離雙手可觸及之地。。
The only melody trigger the only memory, either 1 or 0, either full or none, and so there is nothing or anything, with the silent scream, with the empty poem.  Where does the word belong? in the flowing air, in the condensing drips, there are everywhere, but no destination..

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