当巧克力更换为PRADA

                                                         当黑眼圈升级为失眠症

                                                         当小妮子演变成老巫婆

                                                               我便成了一个

                                                      拿着PRADA的患上失眠的巫婆

 

                

           

                                                                    记不清

                                                               有多久没像这样

                                                                  卧床一整日

                                                                  我不记得了

                                                                    只记得

                                                               床单被汗水渗透

                                                               枕头被眼泪浸湿

                                                               我被高温侵蚀着

                                                                     此刻

                                                                   我不是我

                                                               是只煮熟的鸡蛋 

 

                                     

 

                                                                   还有什么要说？
                                                还有什么能说？

                                                  春天死了
                                                 她没有悔过

                                                沉没的大地上
                                                  漂满花朵

 

                                                                                 想要一个人

                                                                               自己面对自己

                                                                                 简单的生活

                                                                           反正原本也就是如此  

                                                                            又有什么大不了呢 

                                                                       或许这样并不能让人太快乐

                                                                            但至少要好过此刻

                                                                               生活本就这般

                                                                       如同不存在十全十美的文章

                                                                        也不会有彻头彻尾的绝望

                                                                                   怕什么 

                                                                                  又能怎样

                                                                                    ……

                                                   

                                                                

 

                                                                   许久没有看戏了

                                                        这一看便就兴师动众的跑到了大剧院

                                                                       掐指算来

                                                             最后一次竟是一年前的此时

                                                               一样是四月 一样是春天

                                                            只是戏不同 人也大不相同了

                                                                     

                                                            那些人那些事那些真切的字眼

                                                                 都还鲜活的历历在目

                                                              可转瞬却已化作过眼云烟

                                                                缥缈着再也抓不住什么

                                                            我甚至怀疑它是否真的发生过 

                                                                

                                                                        整整一晚   

                                                                 迷失在人群的晦暗中  

                                                                 深陷在座椅的温热里

                                                                     眼前空无一物   

                                                                 心里莫可名状的沮丧

 

                      

 

                                                                     今天着实感受到了春意

                                                                        生物皆已萌芽吐绿

                                                                  人们也纷纷换上t-shirt单衣

                                                             春天总算决定在这座城市驻足片刻了

 

                                                                         可无论什么时候     

                                                               我却似乎总是和周遭事物格格不入

                                                                还如往日般固执的穿着机车皮衣

                                                                脚踩一双厚重的运动款agnes b

                                                                 怕是我的神经末梢已经死掉了

                                                                  蜕变成一只麻木不仁的怪兽

                                                                          冬天不知道冷  

                                                                        春天又不晓得热

                                                                  愚钝得对自己都失去了感觉

                                                                          

                                                                      只是若真的没了知觉

                                                                           怎还会疼呢

                                                                     每每想起还会隐隐作痛

                                                                      疼得不可言表的真实

                                                                          时而浑天暗地

                                                                   疼得让我知道我原来还活着

 

                  

                                                                       

 

                                                                  走出单位已经是午夜时分

                                                                         雨差不多停了

                                                                       恍惚间一阵凄凉

                                                                      多冷的一个春天啊

                                                                    空气里都透着股落寞

                                                                       像极了现在的我

 

                                                                       总觉着一天当中

                                                                   只有这个时间段的北京

                                                                        才是最为迷人

                                                                       它慢慢恢复平静

                                                                  比任何时候都更心平气和

                                                                  甚至可以听得到它在呼吸

                                                                           雨水过后

                                                                    整个城市转眼清澈透明

                                                                    路面湿嗒嗒的干干净净

                                                                    植物湿漉漉的郁郁葱葱

                                                                    夜空湿蒙蒙的星星点点

                                                                  有个傻瓜湿润润的泪光闪闪 

                                                                           莫非是因为 

                                                                        不知怎么就想起

                                                                        曾经某天的此刻

                                                                           某人对我说

                                                                           “下雨了”

                                                                              ……                                                                                                                                                                                                       

 

                                                                               喜欢这个层峦叠嶂的盒子

                                                                            一晚上像深陷在温暖的巢穴里

                                                                                  尽管它多少有些生硬

                                                                                   还好贯穿始终的曲线

                                                                            恰如其分的包容了自身的冷漠

                                                                           原于自然的材质总是能将机械感

                                                                           挖掘出优雅而富于亲和力的潜质

                                                                                       所能触碰到的

                                                                                    柔软到不能再柔软

                                                                                       所能感受到的

                                                                                    自然到不能再自然

                                                                                             ……

                                                                                  橘子ABSOLUT加绿茶

                                                                                    没有一点儿苦味儿

                                                                                  喜欢看着这样的画面

                                                                        如同看着微波炉里噼啪作响的爆米花

                                                                      越是热闹越是会将自己抽离于人群之外

                                                                   可爱的DJ.howie在眼前自我陶醉的HIGH着

                                                                             看得我竟然感动了那么一下 

                                                                                    开心了那么一下 

                                                                                        多难得啊

                                                                         

                                              

                                                                                       

 

                                                                  五年前的四月

                                                          一只无脚的鸟决定落地安歇

                                                       在他选择成为自由落体的那一刻 

                                                                    坠落 坠落

                                                                  时间灰飞烟灭

                                                                  世界消失殆尽

                                                                  最终只有大地

                                                       给了他最为真实而又温暖的拥抱

                                                                   此时的哥哥

                                                        得到了磊磊落落的自由和快乐

                                                       终于可以为他自己所选择的而活 

                                                                       ……

 

                                                             “ I Am What I Am
                                                              我永远都爱这样的我

                                                         快乐是 快乐的方式不只一种
                                                       最荣幸是 谁都是造物者的光荣
                                                       不用闪躲 为我喜欢的生活而活
                                                        不用粉墨 就站在光明的角落 

                                                       我就是我 是颜色不一样的烟火
                                                        天空海阔 要做最坚强的泡沫
                                                       我喜欢我 让蔷薇开出一种结果
                                                      孤独的沙漠里 一样盛放的赤裸裸

                                                       多么高兴 在琉璃屋中快乐生活
                                                        对世界说 什么是光明和磊落”
                       

                                    

 

                                                                    看完晚场电影

                                                                    坐在出租车上 

                                                         一如往常把视线滞留在车窗以外

                                                                已经进入春季的北京

                                                                  见不到丁点的暖意

                                                            也许是因为过了午夜的缘故

                                                                整个城市越发显得寒冷

                                                                 司机纯熟的驾驶技巧

                                                        完全将车速与风速达到了完美的统一

                                                              原本我可以就这样平静的

                                                              听着耳边呼啸而过的风声