劍之舞

等待轉機的最後一個多小時，我終於喪失了wifi。
本來想在飛機上再細細思量的，現在突然有了空檔，
於是便在這邊的機場圖書館歇著，想想事情。

早安你好。
醒來之前我夢見你要結婚於是花了四十分鐘挑選襯衫皮帶與皮夾。
襯衫是粉紅色胸前有摺皺並在全身綴有各色碎花的款式，

我討厭那些還沒成型就被生產出來的想法，
那是多麼地微小多麼地不完整像是需要保溫箱好好養護的早產兒，
而可怕的是更多的時候那像是閉著眼睛連表情都沒有即死去的孩子。

It was a sunny and cloudy normal day like Tuesday or something in the early 21th century. I lay on my bed, which is put in a dim chamber of my landlord whose new groundings were covered by steady bamboo, with my laptop lying on that red soft scarf you've weaven with your somehow love, expectations and or benidictions to my long trip, and at that time, was used to be my temporary pillow. Yes, I was writting something, in a strange position that my shoulder shruggled with tension and about to be felt sore due to this wierd position in 15 minutes, to decorate that certain afternoon which is recorded by the sound made by the orchestra of wind and leaves upon the trees without names. I'd been watching movie under a blue mood which my life had been conveying then I have realized I have to drink a couple of coffee to fit the aura of that movie about 15th July. Therefore I made myself an aussie cheap cuppucino without any froth which I have no idea how to make in this sad town house. A thought jumpped in like a farie flashed by a golem's dumb ear. Which is the main reason I walked out to collect the laundry I'd done few hours of the start of the movie. Then I stepped in to a window curtain covered dark room.

Had I stepped into the time tunnel so that I could've drunk that shitty cuppucino in one second then at the next one I've felt the corruption smell of protein in my mouth. It made everything painted with the well mixture combination of glaucous and verdigris, my 2nd hand new laptop, the romance movie, the shaver seemd shivering under the early breeze from the dusty windowpane, the crimson cup bought on 5th September reflecting the two colors into the angle of my canthus, the Hindu-style like scarf and the very song called "twitter" said "Love no!! I Know!! Saino!! Naiyo!!" in lyrics means I know there is no love no talent and no anything" represented by Kaki Choco. A scent of purple onion mixed ammonia burped up with the smell of tang of burned. Then I stood up, grabbed the cup bounght on 5th Sep. and walked out to clean it up for the Glen Livet 12yo. I'd thought everything would be fine, then I'd passed two days.

就像是日晷一樣……