岁月不留人。
无可否认。
岁月又会留下什么呢？
被遗忘的回忆，被绘画在脸的皱纹，
和那
我永远不想拥有的成熟。
从我睁开眼的那一刻，
我就买下了岁月叔叔的单程机票。
不但快，而且是一去不回的。
三岁，五岁，十岁，十六岁。
“各位旅客，飞机正前往十七岁。”
一站又一站。
我才发现
原来岁月叔叔给我的，我都得还。
给我健康的身体，还他富裕的家庭。
给我灵活的手脚，还他聪明的头脑。
给我美满的家庭，还他一生的平顺。
但这次，他给我天真白痴，却只拿回它。
他还送我成熟少话。
他的礼物
让我
不是我了。。
Labels: Feelings
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you.”
“This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until its done. It's that easy, and that hard.”
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