昨晚梦见手机屏碎掉了

余生很长 总要找一个合拍的人一起度过

闲的

好在周五下午了

缓慢的音乐 叮叮咚咚
拉扯着我的思绪
喜欢的歌
可以一直单曲循环好久
可是为什么听着就难过
眼睛好涩
也许 听的不是歌
只是感受而已

下午睡的太多
作了许多的梦 很难过
导致现在失眠
想熬夜看电视剧
广告太多
不知道做什么
脑袋里被乱七八糟的塞满了
心情不好的时候
想吃东西 想去嗨歌 想去呐喊
或者喝着酒 闻着环绕在手指的烟草味
按耐许久 终是无法做到
太多 无法违背
正因为知道结果是怎样
只能想想 写写

心飞去 去哪里

傻瓜

哈哈哈 要开始工作啦 忙碌的下周 下下周 下下下周 恩

烦躁 好烦躁

明天又是一条好汉
晚安😴

我得写点什么来缓解下压抑的心情

Writings of light assault the darkness, more prodigious than meteors.
The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside.
Sure of my life and death, I observe the ambitious and would like to understand them.
Their day is greedy as a lariat in the air.
Their night is a rest from the rage within steel, quick to attack.
They speak of humanity.
My humanity is in feeling we are all voices of that same poverty.
They speak of homeland.
My homeland is the rhythm of a guitar, a few portraits, an old sword, the willow grove’s visible prayer as evening falls.
Time is living me.
More silent than my shadow, I pass through the loftily covetous multitude.
They are indispensable, singular, worthy of tomorrow.
My name is someone and anyone.
I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn’t expect to arrive.
----------------FROM Jorges Luis Borges