The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter

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Aug 05th 2012 01:57
Loving something needs no reason. I decided to bought a book in less than two minutes that day, as title. Only because this book starts with, “In the town there were two mutes, and they were always together.”

But I can scarcely read it coherently. I opened the book countless times, and putting it down numerously. It seems the whole book describes only two words, alone forever. Those heartbreaking words seemed to engulfed me. If I read such a story a few years ago, probably I may cry. But now, I just put down the book, pour myself a glass of water, and look up to the sky ofr a while. Because I know anyone’s loneliness was nothing to me, just like my loneliness has nothing to do with anyone.

I am afraid of floundering. Floundering from follow the power of up or down. I’ve been asking myself up or down. Even though I like look up at the sunshine, but I also like deep night.

Sometimes I think people are fragile. You may take refuge in someone who you don’t love at all, and even loving him just simply because a little understanding and listen.

But sometimes, loving someone can simply cause loneliness and yearning.





心是孤独的猎手


喜欢一个东西不需要理由。那天,用了不到两分钟,决定买下这本书,如题。只因为书的开头这样写着,“镇上有两个哑巴,他们总是在一起。”

可是我几乎没有办法连贯的读下去,无数次的打开,又无数次的放下。似乎整本书描写的只有四个字,永远孤独。那些心碎的文字仿佛要将我吞噬。若是几年前,读这样的一个故事,我也许会哭。而现如今,我只是放下书,给自己倒一杯水,然后去看天空。因为我知道故事里任何一个人的孤独都与我无关,就像我的孤独与任何人都无关一样。

害怕挣扎的感觉。挣扎来自于跟随向上还是向下的力量。我一直在问自己,向上,还是向下。虽然,我喜欢仰望阳光,可是,我也喜欢夜的深邃。


有时候,我觉得人是很脆弱的。可能只因为一点点的理解,一点点的倾听, 就可以投靠一个完全不爱的人,甚至,爱上他。

也许有时候爱一个人,只是因为寂寞和向往。