The mind is a dark forest.
Meandering inside myself,
Lost between the trees,
Afraid of the hunter,
The hunter that is me,
Aiming at my soul.
Thoughts like lethal ammunition, bullets in disguise.
Head full of lead.
Calm eyes, the blue of the sky above, atolls in a stormy sea. Drowning in his clear and steady gaze.
I’m in love with the boy in the Moon
It’s a wonder to be alive. If you don’t understand that, how can you search for anything deeper?
Cixin Liu