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02. A taste of speeding cars

Wanna think of something, wanna think of someone. There is a light dimming beside the street. A feeling of missing, and a willing to look forward to. The street is run by individual speeding cars time after time. Awaiting, accompanying, sourness is tasted before and after the sweetness. A tongue is defined to taste, but the taste can never be tasted by the tongue. When I look for myself, I certainly get lost. When I am to recall the last moment, I am threatened to miss the next second.

Life is easy when the time stays still, but when it is past of life, can it really freeze?

I cross the road, I dig my hole, I try to escape, and I learn to admit. In front of me, I see the sky of balloons, one by one, with colours, and with souls. Floating in the sky, I hear the desire for the next destination. For me to stay and live with, I embrace the biggest balloon. It is the largest when it appears in front of me, my eyes are drowning, and my tears run dry. A chasing game, I become the cat and the mouse.

April 27, 2002

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