I’ll be sailing on your deep blue ceiling
-Beauty in spirit and body: It seems the creation of God can never be ceased and always being surpassing.
What am I looking for all the time during the journey? The capable of discovering or revealing it has dragged me down into the moss, leaving me in the massive darkness. A long and lonely journey, I murmured under my breath, enjoyable most time, though.
As Dickens said, ‘It was the best of times, it was the worst of times’.
Ah yeah, the best era of finding it yet the worst era of immersion.
-Nihilism: Just like my day. I woke up a lot during the sleep but didn’t get up until afternoon. Spent my day with my cig and the movie, then I played the jazz song.
Oh when does the night come? Never ask me stupid question like this, it always there as it never leaves.
Only the night here, tonight. I shall pack my things and take my boat to leave with my night.
Such a romantic saying.