奶奶拿拐杖都沒凸著地板

而是拿著柺杖跑

開始不懂他為何拿拐杖了

莫非她在修行?


有人說愛情就像一條淹過柔軟蘆葦的河流

有人說愛情就像一把讓你靈魂流血的剃刀

有人說愛情就像一個飢餓無止境又心痛的需求...............

我說愛情, 他是一朵花而你只是一個種子... 這是一個害怕受傷而且永遠學不會跳舞的心. 這是一個害怕醒來且永遠逮不到機會的夢. 這是一個永遠拿不到,誰也看不到付出的. 而且是一個害怕垂死且永遠學不會怎麼活的靈魂

當夜晚變得非常寂寞,而道路也變得無止境時. 而你覺得愛情只是幸運和強壯的, 還記得吧在漫長冬天之下點點雪花蓋在種子上,有著太陽的愛.到了春天他會變成玫瑰的




『Mr. Right』

She woke slowly, drifting for several minutes between sleeping & waking as her brain struggled to make sense of the information her senses were accumulating. The smell of honeysuckle and the sound of birdsong coming in through the open window, the feel of cotton sheets on her skin. She opened her eyes and saw sunlight on yellow painted walls and the single word "home" formed in her mind. Then, as she awoke fully more thoughts came flooding into her mind "Sunday" she smiled - a whole day with no commitments, no chores, no-one to see and nowhere to go - a whole day just for her.

The idea of a long breakfast, croissants and jam and a very large pot of tea, the Sunday papers and sitting in her pyjamas till midday. She might even take the breakfast & papers out onto the patio as the sunlight filtering through the white voile curtains gave the promise of another warm and sunny day. On any other day the thought of living alone was not a happy one but on Sundays, especially summer Sundays, the idea of not having to talk or get dressed or do anything at all seemed wonderful.