March 22, 2010

3.00 AM

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Night is so silence at that time.

When I can hear my roommates breathe slowly in her sleep.

When I can hear a little bird voice outer somewhere

When I can see all of the shadow that runs to my thoughts

When I can just sit in front of my laptop, see the black wallpaper who reflects my face

It’s just good to have that time


Maybe my mom will angry and said, “What are you doing? It’s too late, and you just wasting your time to meaningless.”

“Why just go to sleep now?” comes from my strict brother.

And my heroic father will turn on his roil face and deeply say, “Go to sleep, right now, young lady.”

Well, it’s juts too late for them to warn me.


You know? May be its not healthy for me, and you can see the panda eyes at my face. But I can’t stop it.

I can do many things at that time.

The ideas come over me.

And my brain will do the job more over that time.

Not a meaningless time for me, but denotative ones.


Sometimes the time will bring a miracle for me.

Last time a check it that time brings me the place to run.

My second shelter is already been founded, but just keep it be mine.

Okay?

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