长久以前的他。

Amber. 03.2008.

He is nothing to me. I am nothing to him. Our worlds do not intersect; our past never did. I know nothing about him. He knows nothing about me. Apart for the one night I affected him, we could have been ships in the night, forever more.

I wish it were so.

But now, it is almost sad, this state of nothingness.

I can no longer remember him as a person, separate and distinct. His image has been blurred by all the things I desired in an ideal lover, tempered by ridiculous dreams and vestigial fancy. Who is he really? Did I ever know? Will I ever know it, or have that opportunity?

But too many maybes have slipped through my grasp.

I no longer dream.

5.09.2008

岁月神速。 转身二十几， 一生的四分之一消失在眼前。 有何感叹？ 我词穷。人生是梦。 而我是否会看破红尘， 展翅飞？哪是地点， 哪是方向。 有时只想逃离。

于此看来， 我最会逃避。 在感情， 思考，碎锁人生。 虽是开朗人， 也有灰色的叹息。 如果再有时间金钱， 地位权利， 又怎样？

每个生日都重新自检。 结论： 路子还长着呢。