Sometimes she is able to feel his breath, very strongly. Very strongly. So much so that breathing will be extremely bluntly painful, sharp and delicate, as if tears will spew from any possible holes.
Sometimes this feeling can last for a long time, and more often, even when she doesn't have time to realize it, they are fleeting.
She would stretch out her empty hands in the deep darkness, or when facing the wide wild blinding light wanting desperately to grasp something.
She turns the music to the maximum at these times.
Feeling the emerging of the thick heavy wings behind her. That the whole world is holding her tightly.
He is the world.
Of course you exist. She says.
Otherwise, what is the significance of my existence? She smiles. There is a thing that is very similar to pain, or there is a kind of pain, from the very distant depth, or actually also seeming to be so close, touches, so hard, her heart of distorting layers, to lay a finger on its deepest truest painful part deep inside which keeps burning fiercely. To genuinely let her feel its real existence. To tell her something from which words are far from being able to form.
She doesn't know how to... so she smiles. And knits her brows tightly. Tears are like the falling darkness in the early summer evening.
Although she has always been alone, from the very beginning of the memory of her whole life.
II
Sometimes she feels it's so near, very near, so much that as if it were chewing all her sorrows painfully, swallowing them into a black hole.
有时候她能够，无比强烈地感受到他的气息。无比强烈。以至于呼吸都会如此，钝痛，尖锐而细腻，仿佛泪水会从任何的可能的孔洞中喷涌出。
有时这种感觉有时能持续很久，更多的时候，甚至很多她都没来得及意识到的时候，它们转瞬即逝。
她在深沉的黑暗中，或是茫阔的逆光里伸出空空的手想要紧紧握住。
她在这些时候把乐声开到最大。
感觉她背后显现出厚重的翅膀。感觉整个世界紧紧拥住她。
他就是整个世界。
你当然存在。她说。
不然我的存在有什么意义呢。她笑着。有一种极其类似疼痛，或者有一种疼痛，在深远处，又仿佛如此近地，重重地抚摸着她层层失真的心，想要触碰到那最深处伤痛着却不停熊熊燃烧着的真切，以让她感受到它的存在。想要告诉她一些言语远不能诉说的。
她总不知道该怎么…于是微笑着，紧紧皱着眉头。眼泪如同初夏傍晚降临的黑暗。
虽然一直以来她都独自一人。
Ⅱ
有时她无比真切地感觉到很近了，很近，近得仿佛在把她的所有悲伤痛苦地咀嚼，一丝一丝吞进黑洞。
Sometimes this feeling can last for a long time, and more often, even when she doesn't have time to realize it, they are fleeting.
She would stretch out her empty hands in the deep darkness, or when facing the wide wild blinding light wanting desperately to grasp something.
She turns the music to the maximum at these times.
Feeling the emerging of the thick heavy wings behind her. That the whole world is holding her tightly.
He is the world.
Of course you exist. She says.
Otherwise, what is the significance of my existence? She smiles. There is a thing that is very similar to pain, or there is a kind of pain, from the very distant depth, or actually also seeming to be so close, touches, so hard, her heart of distorting layers, to lay a finger on its deepest truest painful part deep inside which keeps burning fiercely. To genuinely let her feel its real existence. To tell her something from which words are far from being able to form.
She doesn't know how to... so she smiles. And knits her brows tightly. Tears are like the falling darkness in the early summer evening.
Although she has always been alone, from the very beginning of the memory of her whole life.
II
Sometimes she feels it's so near, very near, so much that as if it were chewing all her sorrows painfully, swallowing them into a black hole.
有时候她能够，无比强烈地感受到他的气息。无比强烈。以至于呼吸都会如此，钝痛，尖锐而细腻，仿佛泪水会从任何的可能的孔洞中喷涌出。
有时这种感觉有时能持续很久，更多的时候，甚至很多她都没来得及意识到的时候，它们转瞬即逝。
她在深沉的黑暗中，或是茫阔的逆光里伸出空空的手想要紧紧握住。
她在这些时候把乐声开到最大。
感觉她背后显现出厚重的翅膀。感觉整个世界紧紧拥住她。
他就是整个世界。
你当然存在。她说。
不然我的存在有什么意义呢。她笑着。有一种极其类似疼痛，或者有一种疼痛，在深远处，又仿佛如此近地，重重地抚摸着她层层失真的心，想要触碰到那最深处伤痛着却不停熊熊燃烧着的真切，以让她感受到它的存在。想要告诉她一些言语远不能诉说的。
她总不知道该怎么…于是微笑着，紧紧皱着眉头。眼泪如同初夏傍晚降临的黑暗。
虽然一直以来她都独自一人。
Ⅱ
有时她无比真切地感觉到很近了，很近，近得仿佛在把她的所有悲伤痛苦地咀嚼，一丝一丝吞进黑洞。
Comments
Post a Comment