Akin

People like us are unique. People like us are just “U and Somebody else”. They aren’t creepy, are they?

When you are at the other side of the mountain, what makes you think that you are ordinary? In a lifetime how many times you are too late in discovering you had lost what is most important to you? They are not sick; they are not an alien neither a beast that could hurt you. So why do we have to stay away from them? Or have a weird look when they are around? What is the biggest mistake they had made?

It is only a behavior, a unique personality or just an inner feeling that many people (I shall confirm this again when I have the actual statistic) did not endorse. But where is the neutral point?

Indeed, these peoples are keeping a distance from we. I am hoping they do not feel bad or guilty. Hope they would give others a chance to know more or try to accept them in a way. Apparently people like us are not somebody to be tortured / looked down / laughed / expelled in lives. Do we have to wait till we had hurt someone so badly or had lost them to believe that actually we are the one who was wrong?

I cannot plead the whole world to agree. Somehow, I am not encouraging them because I think it will be tough to face the other side of the world. Whatsoever, I am not rejecting them. Frantically letting go people like us requires love and concern. Excuses are making us blind and increasing the distance between us. Unwittingly we are fooling each other yet we are unwillingly to really think about it, perhaps God is testing us. For how long you could not embrace the people that you love?

When there are no more pleasant things in this world, the only way to makes things better is falling in love.


雨后的城市寂寞又狼狈
路边的座位它空着在等谁
我拉住时间它却不理会
有没有别人跟我一样很想被安慰
风停了又吹我忽然想起谁
天 亮了又黑我过了好几岁
心暖了又灰世界
有时候孤单的很需要另一个同类
爱收了又给我们都不太完美
梦作了又碎我们有几次机会
去追…

不晓得为什么爱又稀少又昂贵

云在半空中被微风剪碎
回忆也许美可是正在飞走对不对