Final Liberty II

I got the second part done, although the first one hasn't been born yet. It's a cool app, only really pity that they don't recognize the English language, so that many words are parted automatically. Still a nice feature.
My travel diary part II
http://chanyouji.com/trips/107596

Good Night

I heard your songs. You never left, I never changed.
You say, things that you can buy with money are not valuable.
I say how ironic. Things you cannot buy me with money I never receive.
In sunny evenings, there´s always strange noise outside like some kind of alarm. After several investigations, I found out that my neighbor has an amazing modern telescope standing on his balcony. It seems to search for shooting stars and when it catches moves in the sky, it follows them turning around and making that alarming noise. Once hearing the beeping machine, I watched my neighbor hurried out to his balcony, almost buried his eyes into the telescope. I was thinking quietly, did he see any shooting stars? I sighed, someone, one doesn´t even notice his existence when he passes by, someone, who is so alone and for whom nothing seems to worth happiness in the eyes of others, has such a romantic hobby! Love, nothing to do with affection. Love, nothing to do with staying together. We all shall live a good life, in our own way, for ourselves, wait to catch the shooting stars that belong to us.

Wolf

Hands are sweating, heart is trembling. Such a strong intuition, something would happen. Having been trapped in the cage like a wolf for years, now the gate is open, the world lighted up, I am back to the wildest desert. This joy and excitement make me yell, make me sing, make me dance and make me want to celebrate.

I see the hope of living again. I feel life injected into my vein. I feel the fire of desire lighted in my body. I will run, in the wildest desert.

What magic! The volcano that was sunk in sleep starts to wriggle, ready to billow. Every worm, every flower, every blade of grass and every tree are all waiting silently. Waiting to live. Wind, only the rumor of wind hints that the storm is coming. Suddenly clouds sweep over the ground, lightening flashes and thunder rumbles. And in no time, the sun shines through, sky joins the horizon, rain disappears. And the earth, yes, this fertile earth is ready to breed again. And the burning magma begin to roar. If you lay down your ears, you must hear the lower voice of these giant rocks underneath shaking your body and soul.

Burst! Explode!! Erupt!!!

The wolf is in haste. The hesitation has suddenly gone. He calls to mind, in the past of the past, he was galloping on this wide wild earth like this, leaving behind him only the noise of the wind cutting the rocks. Freedom, his most beloved freedom, is the blood running through his artery. Just like this magma, which the hardest rock cannot freeze! And now, with this shaking earth under his feet, it starts to boil!

I cannot wait to stretch out my steps. Let the wind comb every pinch of my hair! Even the swallowing ground cannot stop me running free!

"You want it out, right?"

"No, I want it in."

It is Time

There are always some music, some voices, some light, some smell that drag at your heart until it beats harder so you cannot breathe, at your feet until they make a stop so you cannot move, at your eyes until they close so you cannot see anything, at your soul until it leaves the body and takes your memories along the silent dark trip, and that remind you of what you have been and where you once were.


It is time.


They say, if you choose someone, you choose a lifestyle. But I´m always thinking, you also choose a lifestyle when you choose one place to live. I hope I don´t have that exaggerated sensitivity of making the quality of my life dependent on where I live, although I´m not really sure if it´s bad or not, and above all, I do think that the place is important.


I had never got so used to one place like I am now. The convenience of the city itself and the advantage out of a deprived situation controversially on the other hand made me once scared even only thinking about being forced to move. Many years ago I heard about something about change. People always tell you that change is a good thing. But all they're really saying is that something you didn't want to happen at all... has happened, and you're heartbroken. There may be two types of reasons why you didn't want it to happen: either you really love it or you're so used to it so you yourself would never reconsider it again.


And then, there always comes the time that someone or something knocks at your head and you suddenly realize, change is the only thing in the world that never changes.


So it is time.


So maybe it's just wrong to stare at the sunshine and try to find out something familiar, because it was and never will be the same. And maybe it´s not a bad idea to choose a lifestyle in the mid-summer night´s light. Change is a good thing. It is time.

Frog Down the Well

Once upon a time there was a frog sitting down a deep dark well since he was born and believed himself to be the happiest frog of the world. One day there came another frog on the ground, who so wanted to show him how dreadful it was sitting down there knowing nothing about the big nice world outside, but he refused to come up. "I´ve already seen the whole sky, pal, it´s just as big as the well and I´m looking at it everyday!" The worst thing about the lifelong propaganda education is neither censorship nor oppression, but the consequence that someone sold your soul and you still help them counting money.