MRSG ：墨染时光

Seeing you around makes me happy, Since when dhas joy come this easy. I thought of infatuation and that was it, But how it never faded, it never did. Needing a distraction from you, My biggest distraction after all. You're the moon With too many stars around, I'm one of them,  With my shine fading out. Will you ever spot me among all those sparkling, For just one time, I wish.

Humans They are the dark wine chocolates wrapped in golden foil. Elegant in glitters Yet a sheer opposite when you tear down the paper. Lives They are the unwrapped dark wine chocolate. You frown and grit teeth, So bitter at first, You blossom into a smile, So mellow and rich afterwards. 

On eighteenth April nineteen ninety-nine, Your were vouchsafed with life. Covered in blood, Interconnecting via the cord, They were and are the best metaphors Of your parents' never ending devotion and love that run all along. You grew up, From a toddler in diapers to a kid in 7-colors shirts, And you grew up, until the day you didn't like to eat lollipops and candies anymore, until the day you replaced Slurpee with Americano. Your life is still loading, Like the bar you see on your computer every time before the game starts, and it is now a nineteen percent done. Life, It can be the bumpiest road can be the 6pm dim street can be the disco-light dance floor or can be the raindrops on the window. How is this related to your birthday afterall. You see, on the 18th day of April, You turn 19. Looking at these two consecutive numbers, You should buy the lottery. Don't forget me when you win. HAPPY BI...

The road It rushed towards me Under me Then behind me Dragging along the trees That appeared to be only a blur of green. I took a picture o f the sky  In the hue of blue yellow crimson with my eyes There was not many clouds Mostly colors It was another 1830 hours. Soon, the sun set,  Descending into the horizon. Soon, the sun rose,  In the other half of the Earth. As we sank ourselves into that soft couch, Or as we threw ourselves onto the comfortable beds with pillows, Or as we swallowed a few gulps of cold soda and let out a huge breath, It was another morning for the people in the other half of the Earth.

The ways of the world Of this world Look more tempting Than the gulps-after-gulps of cold beer  Than the pizzas with crusts that cheese-burst. They can be read Like a book; You can watch them Like a movie. The way they are written, The way they are performed, Look so real And yet, They are just pieces of works, Artworks. The ways of the world They are often made of no rules. Some make us curious Some are astonishing  Some infuriate us Some bring us joys and wonders. They are out of reach.  They are like the 3 years old kids Never getting a hold of them. The ways of the world Of this world.

Your lie is like the light, Shining ever so bright That, It hurts my eyes. It was kind of like a slap on the face Depicting your kindness as the after-rain sunshine. Except it is not, It looks just like the highlighter makeup you apply, Being your only way to look nice.

It’s not that I can’t care less.  I remind myself not to let the idea in because I’m afraid I might care way too much. Of what? you must be asking.  I don't know.   I am too aware of people's thoughts reading my writings. I admit I am. They are like mirrors. They are like rulers which I use to measure ME. Will they laugh at me and say “oh look at this funny kid” or “ha you see here’s another kid who makes a big deal out of a tiny-pea matter.” with a kids-nowadays-cant-help face. “They are absurd.” “They don’t even know the right words.” Sometimes I write to, sort of, remind myself when I’m getting a bit lost, not because I have learnt a lesson from something but I know if I don’t write it down to make myself understand better, I might fall into a mess. I am explaining the whats-right-whats-wrong to myself and ask myself to stick to it like a conviction. If I ever get mentally ill, it must have been my desire to surpass others and my too-strong-...

Writing can lead you to somewhere else. Somewhere there is only you and you but no, you aren’t feeling alone or anything close to being bored.  Whatever is on your mind, you link them up like a long long polypeptide chain , alternating them, squeezing them, shaping them, and you form them into a piece of yours, like a protein.  Sometimes people don’t understand and you don’t expect them to.   About how your mind will get wild and hyper like some 3-year-old galloping down the stairs a nd you can’t sleep even though your eyelids are shut tightly closed.  Because the excitement swirls in you, they are like the atoms stirring around, dancing and skipping from here to there from your kidney to your liver to your stomach and some, they come down from the cerebellum and roll across your spinal cord in the vertebrates and run to the front where your lungs are. And you have the urge to pour something out, from you. It is like the hot lava that is ab...

There was a girl Who wanted an ice cream But her friend told her Ice cream made her fat It was unhealthy  It contained so much sugar that it led to diabetes. It caused a toothache  And if that happened you would need to see a dentist. “Aren’t you scared of the dentists?” But the girl didn’t move She didn’t walk to the ice cream truck Nor did she turn and go away She stood. And the other friend said “But one only costs 1 buck today because it is Valentine’s Day.” “Yeah and after today there won’t be any 1-buck ice-creams sold!” She bought the ice cream in the end Because it costed only 1 buck that day.  You do know what you want You do wish your answer can be yes. But you are too aware Of The eyes around you Which belong to your friends. You don’t nod your head, because you know what they are going to say. But you do know what you want You do wish your answer can be yes. There are hundreds of thousands of reasons that make sense Telling you not to nod a yes. And then, Ther...

I know I knew I had and have,  Known it all along. You have let your cat out of your freaking bag, no more hidden secrets under the filthy ground, You know? So who is the fool afterall. I thought I was going to shout I thought I was going to cry  Because all this  was too hard to bear Was too much beyond just heartbroken Was like a sharp dagger piercing through, And above my right chest, I tried to staunch my bleeding wound. But Nah,  I did not. I just walked away Before the truth roared.  You once had it all, But now I guess not. Staying together makes breathing difficult As fresh clean air is all I deserve. You have ruined it without much effort, Well done,  My dear.