Blowing with xixilili the window, I do not know when I was just waking up from the sound of rain, as I also know when immersed in it, the only feeling, is more than just a dim and fresh feeling, as if in the spring, rain dripping wet season, the heart always floating relaxed comfortable feeling. But it feels time is not long, was raided by a broken voice.
A broken down the vase, then difficult to see appearance intact before the moment, raid wind is only a is untraceable, I just stood, unexpectedly also completely indifferent, only the physical and mental rises a feel lost. Mobile phone rang, I perceived gradually wake up, hurry up and go to bed, break. This kind of state, like a dream, my brain is only the concept of a dream, has been looking for less than the content of the dream, as I in a dream from load, but never understand "I never dreamed I was a passenger".
Set foot on the way back, now more like a rain with, although the road said not long, say short not short. Silent night, even moonlight paving, lighting, and many more people since ancient times, looks beautiful things, but that is not good in itself, it is the opposite aspect. Perhaps people themselves "I" to create the "independence" of the concept, the habit of "alone" and "independent" will gradually be self out, to make that a unique "I", until no one can integrate into the a -- loneliness.
Thoughts unloaded the gate, through the numbness of the siege, to the more far-reaching territory. The more profound, more is lonely. No one could start to anterior look lit, but sometimes the feet tread a step, then lost back space, we think that the pressure from the front of the unknown, but always not to see actually is no retreat. Water flows downwards is not due to accommodate itself to space in front, but behind the undercurrent blocked back opportunities, sail against the current, is only a moment a profound thought, even a little not the least trace was found. Will extinguish the life again, due to the poor.
The mind wander down to Wang Feng's song "between existence", a deep loss to emerge, philosopher had put forward the "I think therefore I am" philosophic theory, although this is idealistic, but I dare not say that this is meaningless, since all cognition is based on "people" or "people thought," that if human existence is still limited in materialistic concept, the existence of itself will lose its meaning. If I can't feel my existence, how do I call "me"? But admitted "I" of existence, but had the heart of a kind of deeper loneliness.
With half closed eyes, the world stopped. Thinking like a double from nothingness hand pulled into nothingness, and only in a circle around the vortex, never see any other.
Shake head, pulled belt hanging key, opened the door, there was again tired, empty room, always hear a sigh nameless, Rao I listen carefully, do not listen to what.