移動

移動
就算只是一天的行程
靈魂好像也都可以暫時隱匿在另一個世界
獲得短暫舒解
和不知所以的慰藉

來到距離海邊並不遠的城市
九月暖風裡混雜著鹹鹹魚腥的海港氣味

真的就重新閱讀著村上春樹的"海邊的卡夫卡"
重新感受書中文字細節
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一定有什麼事情開始在轉變在影響著我吧
S在讀這書時有什麼感受
...
有什麼關聯?

彷彿自己是15歲的田村卡夫卡
重新進入青春的叛逆森林
又好像是45歲的佐伯小姐
懷抱著美好幸福回憶
不斷地每天重生又死去
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要有一顆美好,勇敢又柔軟的心
是不是要一輩子永不停止的鍛鍊啊?!
but sometimes,
you just wanna rest for a while ...

Somehow...

It seems
to voice the true feeling of your heart
always needs an internal argumentation or dialectic over and over again.

Is it only an illusion or is it a trustworthy feeling?
why can't the feeling of love or being loved be a rational and simple one?
or i'm just afraid of losing control of myslef and being a fool again?

what an awkward situation..
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