Stream of consciousness

唱了一上午的歌，二十多遍吧，不果。

水喝了两大碗，还是干

唱的信心全无

觉得生活没意思

什么都没意思

不想上网了

全部戒掉

发帖

刷屏

跟帖

虚伪

无聊

浅薄

将就

压力

你来我往

客随主便

无奈

聊胜于无

 

出去走吧

把电唱完了

插上

看篇文章

等电

 

看到一首诗

一个去纽约帮助治病的退伍军人医生写的

 

New york

 is a

ghost town 

where

even the

birds took

the last

train

to jersey

and

the night 

rises blue

black as

an alley 

cat and

my combat

boots echo

across

broadway

like gun

shots or

a heartbeat 

fading into

a silence 

so complete

you can 

hear the 

crying

voice of

each and

every star

 

另一首

 

he was

too tall

for the

army

hospital bed

and had

an eagle

tattooed on

his arm

he was 

older than

60 and

looked

like a

biker the

kind of

guy who

thought he 

could still

take anybody

the kind

of guy

who loved

to tell

people he

wasn't afraid 

of anything

so it

really shook

me when

he spoke 

in a 

voice as

small as

my daughter's

asking me

if he

was going

to die

 

想哭