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漩渦

 總是一直往思想的角落鑽去

其實那是個漩渦

雖然在那中間是空空的

可是周圍都已經被摧毀

就如同想著什麼時候可以傷癒

一直想著而時間點還是空蕩蕩的

可是若只想著最後的最後

而忘記我還在過日子

這日子就很難過

思想的大海出現

一個旋轉的渦流是讓人害怕的

因為它到底要轉的多兇狠

才讓人忽略世界還有希望

希望不是抓或得到的是給人期待的

一直鑽入那個小漩渦就會忘記期待的美妙

進而只看到事實中不好的一面其實有好的

只是人都習慣把好的看成已知的一部份

還沒得到的好變成冀望是自己的

也許世界要這樣才會進步

期望還要更好可是人心會真的變好嗎

還是不停鑽變成七七八八的洞在心上

想太多了又有漩渦出現了

其實--我什麼時候會痊癒

已經成為定期的漩渦在心上

有時候飄在思想中的那片帆船

會轉啊轉的慢慢靠近底部

有時就直接掉漩入砸個粉碎

但是不管怎樣

今天身體就還沒有好

怎麼思考都一樣

那怎麼辦?就休息吧

樂觀悲觀都要用思想

那如果不想呢?

也許海面可以平靜下來

明天再在乎吧

今天就安靜的飄泊就好

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