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下午茶和晚餐之間
我無聲地淌著淚滴

並不是特別難過啊 我說

隔著科幻小說和晦暗文學
手肘旁蓄起小湖

不是因為你的關係啊 我搖著頭

筆記本的墨水暈開 你小聲的問候
咖啡桌上淅瀝瀝的瀑布

大概只是因為天氣啊 我顫抖地笑著

星期天下午斜射進來的日光
我們腳下的淙淙細流
我們腳下我嗚咽泣成的淙淙細流

真的什麼事都沒有啊 就因為什麼都沒有啊

星期天下午 濃重的日光
就像任何一個下午 乾涸的我

mayday msg

If this ever reaches anyone, HELP.

Before he wakes up again. Before it is too late. Before I start the plunge, the falling.

I am now typing on his computer, urging his fingers, and riding his anxiety. I am trying to water down his adrenalin, his anger, and his resentment. Although not always in the right time or the right place, I am here now.

HELP. If this ever shows on your computer monitor.

Before he makes his last attempt and takes over everything. Before he gets the best of me. Before there is no me.

HELP, HELP, HELP. If you can even hear me shrieking from the distant inside.

I am his patience, his struggle, and his last hesitation of making the move. I am his weakening belief. I am his cause of stubbornness. I am the sheath of his isolation. I am the destination he is longing for but never close to, and, I am him, I am me.

So if this ever gets to you, HELP. If somehow you｡ｦd care, I don｡ｦt know, if you would light up a path, build a bridge, or break the silent process. If you have the answer for him, or for me, please.

Before he takes the control. Before I give in. Before we decide this is how we｡ｦre mocked, how we｡ｦre abandoned.

HELP.