I want to immerse in the scent of the rain, the scent of the soil and the scent of the beautiful air for ever and ever and ever.
Another Sunday again, the calendar of June rolls to its end. The canteen has not been issuing meal vouchers for two months, this let me ignore the evolving of time. Gazing at the screen of the cellphone every night before sleep is an effective way to remind me of time, of youth, of the life circle.
Keypad is locked, please press "menu" and then "*" to unlock...
I press the buttons to unlock, and gaze at the time again until the screen darks down again.
Keypad is locked...
"Menu" "*"...
There is lightning at present, bawling with ferocity and malice, shining up the whole world. It reminds me of Macbeth, the witches, the battle and the hill, the hell.
And I want to immerse in the scent of the rain, the scent of the soil and the scent of the beautiful air for ever and ever and ever.
Graduation test was over in another world, and in this world I am not even in the graduation year, how I am lagged by the lapse of time.
Another year.
The date due sheet pasted on Roald Dahl's "Going Solo"shows clearly the striking return date "09 Jul 2008". What was the date one year ago then? I have not seen you for the whole year by then since I retrieved my report card with you. We were supposed to go into the same school, or perhaps even the same class. "WERE". So pragmatic and so hurting, like the lightning, the hill.
It is the scent of Gas Ltd. the scent of the Golden Ammunition Garden, the scent of Emperor Lake, and the scent of No.10 1401.
And I am revelling in this scent.
Piliferous layer....
Another Sunday again, the calendar of June rolls to its end. The canteen has not been issuing meal vouchers for two months, this let me ignore the evolving of time. Gazing at the screen of the cellphone every night before sleep is an effective way to remind me of time, of youth, of the life circle.
Keypad is locked, please press "menu" and then "*" to unlock...
I press the buttons to unlock, and gaze at the time again until the screen darks down again.
Keypad is locked...
"Menu" "*"...
There is lightning at present, bawling with ferocity and malice, shining up the whole world. It reminds me of Macbeth, the witches, the battle and the hill, the hell.
And I want to immerse in the scent of the rain, the scent of the soil and the scent of the beautiful air for ever and ever and ever.
Graduation test was over in another world, and in this world I am not even in the graduation year, how I am lagged by the lapse of time.
Another year.
The date due sheet pasted on Roald Dahl's "Going Solo"
It is the scent of Gas Ltd. the scent of the Golden Ammunition Garden, the scent of Emperor Lake, and the scent of No.10 1401.
And I am revelling in this scent.
Piliferous layer....