yī | 一
my eyes were filled with
exploding galaxies, my
hands could touch jupiter's
ring. my legs would run
to an abandoned place and
my lips would part in a
delightful scream. but, that
is in the past. and, the past
is a terrifying thing. it is
a thorny rose that wished
no one could get hurt, but,
it hurt the people that touches
its thorns. it watched them
bleed, bleed, bleed for it.èr | 二
i watched my mother's precious
tears flow down her flushed cheeks,
one droplet after the other, as if
they were playing chase. her hands
reached out for something unreachable
and my heart felt like it was losing all
its tendons, snap snap snap. i couldn't
do anything. how could i? i was in the
coffin of eternal damnation, as it lowered
down, so slowly, into the dark earth,
six feet deep, and i, couldn't do anything
to stop it.黄昏時
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