a month has passed
and i still have no idea what to write, bai :)
partly because my soul (might be) struggling inside
or i am just turning into some ignorant head
the very first day i arrived,
i promised myself that i wouldn’t follow these people’s manic pace
i decided to maintain my laid-back life,
never ever let myself contaminated by this craziness
then i got lost hundred times
feeling exhausted every time i arrived home
dizziness crept over my head whenever i found the crowds
and i felt eerie watching how people were changed
well, i don’t know how they looked like before,
but for sure they now look unnatural -
the makeover seems to be their biggest failure
the city brings an impression that everything is easy to get
everyone wears the brands, just as casually as
they don’t mind if the rain pours and wets their branded stuffs :)
but inside, i am wondering if they are ‘wealthy’ enough to feel things,
to appreciate what the nature has provided,
to sense that a cry is sometimes needed to heal the soul
so this very second i thank you, my pure-hearted sister
for reminding me to post something here
you won’t believe that i just realized
how writing could help me to survive -
just when this last sentence was typed :)
hong kong, end of july 2010
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