浪花

犹如浪花自我摧残，只为那瞬间的灿烂；

我也希望拥有那勇气为那一瞬间而努力。

可那无头绪地直往岩石猛撞的海浪，是勇气还是傻气？

每一次的受伤或许会让一个人成长更多

也会把一个人逼到极限；

到了崖边，

傻气和勇气之间那条细线在哪里，

握跨过去了踩上去了却站在哪边了？

站在海边等着海浪化为浪花的那一刻，那个完美的瞬间按下的快门，

捉住的是浪花的璀璨还是独自旅行的无限自由？

捉住的是浪花的摧残还是独自旅行的无限寂寞？

Some Days, I Miss You

Some days, I miss you.

Like the wolf missing the moon when it ducks behind a cloud, 

     like the river missing the sea who accepts and accepts, and accepts, 

          like the broken-winged missing the sky who was everything good in the world

Did you take my eyes when you took my heart?

My sense of smell, my tongue, your touch

I lost it all

In that (un)forgotten pocket of shared heat

Months ago

We melted ice

     creamed between the brief feathery touches

     and equally feathery kisses

Feathery emotions, 

     dandelions, scattered in 

     gusts of winds. 

Lost. 

I lost the map back to you

     I lost my soul and everything that told me what I was

     I left it with you

I left you. 

And some Days, I miss you. 

I know you're there,
but I cannot go near you--
I fear my sanity;
     I fear for yours.

I would rather not take the risk of crushing, of shattering; 

Instead,

I'll just risk cracking.