Forgettable

The memory of turning the sound of my phone on is far beyond reach. My phones made no sound even when someone called me because I always turned off the sound. My social circle is so narrow that basically no one called me. Few days ago, the necessity of turning the sound on hit me hard, because I missed business calls and messages twice in one day. I'm not in that chapter anymore, in which I had no place in the society, hence impossible to exchange the values. The gale of revolution blows away the sand on my head, I lift my head, any sounds of my phone can't freak me out no more. It feels great to be needed. 

Sunlight gently cascaded through the lace curtains. The rose stems in the vase seemed to be ecstatic. Two sprouts popped out the green stems even no roots in the water yet. Maybe they added something to the water to accelerate the growth, I thought. But look at the warm sunshine, it's spring, every thing grows eagerly in spring, any catalyst is unnecessary. I will buy myself a rose, to put the stem in a bottle of water, to grow my own pot of roses from a stem. This can be only done in spring.

Every day in the morning, the first I have to do is remind myself to trust no one, the internal kid always believes in other people except me. 

Sorry I whispered your name as I watched the blood I coughed in the bathtub swirling down to the drainage. They don't know, I don't have much tomorrow left. I'd believe in something, can be anything if I could see you prior to the infinite silence.

Regardless of the back pain, chapped feet, scarred hands, I smile when I think about what to do tomorrow. Tomorrow, what a precious word that I wished I'd never see again for a long long time. Please, please let that hope for tomorrow last longer, please don't take it away rapidly with another disaster, please. 

Rainy day, porridge spilled all over my bag. What a wonderful Sunday!

That was the first salad of squid shreds completely made by me. They ordered the same salad afterward. But I didn't make the second one because I was occupied. Later, I noticed half of the second salad was left. Whatever the reason could be, I took it as an affirmation for my tossing salad skill.

Your heart must have been well protected under the cover of your big brother, to make sure nothing to be contaiminated by me again. Hello, the hidden big brother — stranger.