The way we were

来来往往，重蹈覆辙........真实到底是什么呢？善意的谎言还是恶意的相对？
行尸走肉的我反反复复的在这个深夜反复的想着.......

有人说人生是一场梦，怎么都醒不过来。早知道是这样，如梦一场，我又何必把泪锁在自己的眼眶？

如果人生是一场梦，我真的好想从中苏醒过来。

一根又一根，一根又一根，一根又一根，一根又一根.........................委屈了自己实现别人的梦想。

我能原谅荒唐，荒唐的是我无法遗忘。

就让这场梦做下去吧。

愿........缘......圆.......怨。

句号停留在哪里比较好呢.......

这样的日子还剩下多少，以不重要。

好久沒病了。
發現自己的白頭發多了好多，也不知道平時到底在想什麽。漸漸的再次想起從前。縂覺得自己很脆弱，很難成爲一個可以把你抱在懷裏而又無時無刻給你安全感的人。空空的。
一切就好像發生在沒多久以前，是那麽的清晰。可是在清晰的後面又有一層朦朧而醜陋的布將兩者分開。當我看到清晰時，我仿佛又再一次的被深深的滿足著。可是不知道爲什麽，那一層布縂讓我不舒服，不快樂，不想再去想她。一切變得不美滿，不幸福，不好看。
如何去面對明天總是在我腦海裏打轉。書沒讀好，錢也沒存，每天還是帶著我那些重重的朋友們走著，總是在想什麽時候能讓自己健康的活著。
終于發現，沒有任何的東西可以麻痹自己，留下的永遠是空的，虛的跟難抉擇的。到底過去的生活給了我什麽？功課？教訓？還是萬無一失而又讓我覺得廢棄了的虛幻的影像？
完美的定義到底是什麽？
想了又想，想了又想，想了又想，想了又想，想了又想，想了又想，想了又想，想到了麽？
想再一次的放下。想再一次的拿起來。想再一次的愛下去。
過去是用彌補來定義的麽？
還是過去根本不存在...................

Used to get into fights with people who I don't like or my friends don't like, and used to like it a lot for the excitement.  High school was always kind of fun for me, liked every part of it even though I got into troubles and sometimes a lot of pain. Realized that I am taking responsibilities and nothing else is more important than now and the future.  Things just don't work the way they used to be anymore, and I think after everything that happened, it shaped me into someone who actually think more than do.  Gladly I'm still here typing.  Only God can change others, not people. I think I fully understand it now.  Sometimes the precious thing is so close, can't even run away from it.

Verse 1:
He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

Pre-Chorus:
And oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us so

Chorus 1:
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.

Verse 2:
We are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
So Heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss,
And the heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about, the way…

Chorus 2:
He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.

Memories,
Like the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? could we?
Memories, may be beautiful and yet
Whats too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So its the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember...
The way we were...
The way we were...

I found that typing my life and my thoughts out is actually an interesting way to uncork my heart.  Time passed by like a piece of super fine fiber set one fire, if they are super fine, then they should last longer, it was fast, it was easy.  I found myself sitting on a chair with my hair long, hands empty and mouth open looking into the sky begging for a heart of forgiveness, a heart of mercy, a heart of peace.   Once  I had a pair of knives full of blood in my hands and still stabbing and slashing onto them continuously until my muscles on my arms are fully used, hoped they wished they never lived.  Living in the acidulous  sourness and bitterness, unbelievably corrupted.  The intoxications of betrayal, lies, plastics and smiles are like the cankerous red wine continuously corroding my heart.  One day, I found myself sitting on my bed, looking over the memories that are soothing my mood, but the only thing I see in my eyes is the distortion of the truth that I think I believed.  Begging for peace, begging for mercy, begging for forgiveness, begging for.........