Sometimes, I wish someone, someone that I don't know or someone that I know, will come by my place, ask for direction to some other place or just randomly sell a Bible or something to me.
Sometimes, I wish my house is not that big.
I wish for small apartment, so that I can fill it up with a King size bed, a tv, a computer, a few furnitures, and you.
You, can be anyone, someone that I randomly picked out from the street or someone that I have been known for years.
We will share that tiny room, but the King size bed, for days, for weeks, for months, or for years.
But it will never be "forever".
Forever, what a contemptuous word.
It weights too much, more than my body can afford.
I am not that playful, sensitive, intelligent, or Strong.
After November 1st, I am not a bird who lives in cage.
I am I.
The word, "I", feels not as heavy.
I am happy for "I"; I am happy for you.
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