science goes on and on
about how little of our brain we use.
about the potential of the human mind.
about self, self, self.

nobody talks
about how little of our heart we use.
about the potential of human love.
about others, others, others.

that's why we are so screwed up.

we were on my backs
looking for light
in pitch blackness

a sliver of silver
the only glow
glazing the leap into nothingness

immobile in our bags
we lay like wingless butterflies
eyes wide shut

the air fogged
with each exhale

then one winked
another fluttered
black melted and blitzed with light

leaping and playing
there was soundless laughter
in an absolute void

electric

you smiled
i cried

far was the furthest star
but it was closer than you are

Flowers for Lisa

I made a pencil scratch on the table. A little crescent, its edge curving like the arch of her back against the light. The clock’s hands pull long shadows across the wall, pointing to the window where she will, in approximately five minutes wander by, meandering lampposts, car meters, cyclists, dogs, people. A tune whispering in her ears, smile caught on her lips. Crossing the receding tarmac in the fading light.

Here are some flowers for Lisa. Pink, orange, gold. The sweet scent sprinkling garden-freshness in the room. And here is my heart laid plain on paper, a warm wet thing throbbing with desires.

I twirl the pencil and make a moue.

A breeze whisks the curtains. The same breeze that will flip her hair from her eyes.  Soulful and blue, like a string plucked on a double bass.

Don’t date a girl who travels

"She’s the one with the messy unkempt hair colored by the sun. Her skin is now far from fair like it once was. Not even sun kissed. It’s burnt with multiple tan lines, wounds and bites here and there. But for every flaw on her skin, she has an interesting story to tell.

Don’t date a girl who travels. She is hard to please. The usual dinner-movie date at the mall will suck the life out of her. Her soul craves for new experiences and adventures. She will be unimpressed with your new car and your expensive watch. She would rather climb a rock or jump out of an airplane than hear you brag about it.

Don’t date a girl who travels because she will bug you to book a flight every time there’s an airline seat sale. She wont party at Republiq. And she will never pay over $100 for Avicii because she knows that one weekend of clubbing is equivalent to one week somewhere far more exciting.

Chances are, she can’t hold a steady job. Or she’s probably daydreaming about quitting. She doesn’t want to keep working her ass off for someone else’s dream. She has her own and is working towards it. She is a freelancer. She makes money from designing, writing, photography or something that requires creativity and imagination. Don’t waste her time complaining about your boring job.

Don’t date a girl who travels. She might have wasted her college degree and switched careers entirely. She is now a dive instructor or a yoga teacher. She’s not sure when the next paycheck is coming. But she doesn’t work like a robot all day, she goes out and takes what life has to offer and challenges you to do the same.

Don’t date a girl who travels for she has chosen a life of uncertainty. She doesn’t have a plan or a permanent address. She goes with the flow and follows her heart. She dances to the beat of her own drum. She doesn’t wear a watch. Her days are ruled by the sun and the moon. When the waves are calling, life stops and she will be oblivious to everything else for a moment. But she has learned that the most important thing in life isn’t surfing.

Don’t date a girl who travels as she tends to speak her mind. She will never try to impress your parents or friends. She knows respect, but isn’t afraid to hold a debate about global issues or social responsibility.

She will never need you. She knows how to pitch a tent and screw her own fins without your help. She cooks well and doesn’t need you to pay for her meals. She is too independent and wont care whether you travel with her or not. She will forget to check in with you when she arrives at her destination. She’s busy living in the present. She talks to strangers. She will meet many interesting, like-minded people from around the world who share her passion and dreams. She will be bored with you.

So never date a girl who travels unless you can keep up with her. And if you unintentionally fall in love with one, don’t you dare keep her. Let her go."

Source

why we travel

"We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next, to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differently dispersed. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again -- to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more. The beauty of this whole process was best described, perhaps, before people even took to frequent flying, by George Santayana in his lapidary essay, "The Philosophy of Travel." We "need sometimes," the Harvard philosopher wrote, "to escape into open solitudes, into aimlessness, into the moral holiday of running some pure hazard, in order to sharpen the edge of life, to taste hardship, and to be compelled to work desperately for a moment at no matter what."

Why We Travel by Pico Iyer 

working days

Working day

another day all the same
no games no fun no meet-ups
day of 'productivity'
meetings and wasting around
there you are and bored to tears
staring vacantly at them
discussing line after line
how to sell and what to buy
prevent loss and make profit
to preserve this humdrum life?
weekends come and all seems fine
to the parks and to the malls
as we all throng the same paths
happiness on discounted racks
laughter for another time
as you reached back to home
you closed my eyes and fell asleep
waking up once again to
another day
all the same

夜深回到家〜 妈妈留了碗爱心汤：我是世界上最幸福的女儿。