I have a magic pair of sunglasses

I have a magic pair of sunglasses
The sky looks bluer
The flowers bloom redder
And your eyes exactly the same

Keep Writing

Recently, a girl on newsmth BBS told me she was some sort of a fan of me. I thought she was kidding, but later learned she read my essays written in 2003. To her, theses pieces were resonant and touching. I never thought there could be someone who appreciate my writing, rather than bearing its appearance in public forums/blogs. for I never wrote for an audience, just for myself.

Tonight she sent me a video clip she produced, in which the monologue of the hero and heroine are partly mine. I was not very sure that those were my lines, because they sound like from a distance, from a long, fading past. What has happened since then?

I never finished that series of essays, I still don't feel like picking it up now. But when I watched the clip and recalled her comments, I am pretty sure one day I will continue expressing myself again. After all, maybe I do write for an audience. I just don't want the audience to let me down. But you never know how true feelings can strum another person, and how you can let them see a friend in you.