Diary
I was walking along this noisy street
Stepping on the sunshine that peeks through the trees
Chill wind landed on my cheek
Stir up my hair and my mind
Have you left for a while
Have you found a place to stay
Have you tasted the yummy chocolate bar
Have you get drunk with some weird women?
Since the day you left
I started keeping diaries —
September 7
Today is stormy, I went out for a run
The field tears open
The sweater runs free
The muddy water splashes on my leg, up to my face and into my laughters
September 8
Today is sunny, I bought a bokchoy
This bokchoy has some temper
It does not want to be cooked
It insists to be green days after days
I am so scared, it is some fake ghost bokchoy
September 9
Today is sunny, I met a street performer
He painted his face green, as one of his paintings
He colored some wood texture, call it an abstract art
I think all these are nonsense, but I put a few quarters in his basket
For his passion about his illusive future
……
It is not that suddenly life is getting more exciting
It is not that suddenly I want to become a writer
It is that I am so afraid
If I did not write down, I am not able to remember all these momentary thoughts that I wanted to share with you on the day you return
Oh, by the way
Today is a Sunday, a sunny day
How are you?