spades take up memories..

no better than spoons...

my brain full of recalls..

is as light as a ballon..

every day..

i do a wonderful job..

of collecting each piece of emotion..

into the bottom of my heart...

like a shed...

always ready to welcome new "friends"...

i may load and unload..

again and again..

till i fill the whole shed..

then wht have i then....

next to nothin for weight...

next to nothin for color...

next to nothin for use...

but...

a shed of happiness..

or...

a shed of painfulness..

he just likes a obstruction in my mind...

thinking of him...

makes me dull & stupid...

he just likes an imagination in my mind...

his smile & gesture ...

like the hands..

which always run the wires of my harp-like heart...

i feel terribly sorry for myself..

i wanna embrace myself harder and harder..

i should tell myself again and again..

nothin can be a bar in my life..

noone can steer me whtever...

seize the day..

let the right hand seize the left one..

go alone...

no matter how the road is ...

no matter where i will meet a tempest...

cuz i know..

the harvest is there..

somwhere on myself road...