燃燒紅髮

身體狠狠燒過一回，喉嚨用力刮出血腥味，很久沒猛爆性倒下，細胞們抗議了吧？剛過炎炎夏至就在床褥冷得逼出一缸子汗，降溫後發現腦子幾乎都空了，午後雷陣雨趕赴約了好久的hair dresser，來陪吃飯的友人笑問明天怎麼跟同事解釋那頭紅髮，「可我真的病倒了呀」，原來這世上連事實都需要刻意演出。

其實很想多睡上幾天，不過職責召喚著良心，尤其DMS硬是將起床鬧鐘提前到7:30。啊～～咬牙吧！這一步步都是前往承諾的彼岸。

五日節

遠遠海面上看似直徑五公分的風雨把天海連成一色，彷彿就要吞噬那艘漁船，往陸地吹來的風，預告將會讓那圈風雨席捲城市。閃了電，響了雷，我在收藏回憶的25樓等待被淹沒。不出十分鐘，傾盆而洩的水簾遮蔽原有好風景，連85大樓都隱匿。難得豔陽的國境之南陷入一片迷茫白霧之中，宛若時光暫停。我不斷地翻閱手機裡的短信，甜膩滋味好像蜜糖一樣唇齒留香，是什麼變了？我們竟如此這般壓抑真實感受。

在離別前放晴，當所有思緒貼黏在汗毛的水珠上，我邊吃素粽邊發想著預演的台詞。高鐵到站前才突然發現，iShuffle讓梅豔芳說完Byebye的時候，也用盡最後一絲力氣；肩匣骨和小腿上推出來的淤青，也早已吸乾吊膏的精華。我，跟你們拼了

又一村

很久沒有騎在華燈初上的街頭，六月灰藍的天色，地上流著車水馬龍的河，剛亮起的路燈微弱得像隻螢火；很久沒有踏進藝術的殿堂，朱紅的地毯，廳堂裡漫著交談嘈雜的絮語，輕嚷的音浪像鼓皮裡的迴響。在幾乎到達喧鬧的臨界，燈光一沈，神奇地封住每一張口，全神貫注盯入黝黑的前方，用目光拉起那一幕厚重的幃，好戲登場。

鞠躬後讓出座席，在轉角瞥見神韻相似的身影，心頭一緊，彷彿看見了妳。假裝掩風點火，面向夜晚的海市蜃樓，那人不是妳，可這心跳頻率全是因為妳。一個轉變一次機會，一個週末一次償願。我要回家了，回實際的家，也回心裡的家。

New York, I love you

One very interesting city, indeed. All you have to do is open your mind and explore every possibility to find rejections, acceptations; to feel denial, and love. There are different races, different skin colors, different religions, different ages, different levels, and different relationships, to interweave a delicate essay movie. When we recall the sex scene, I see the smile blossom on faces. Ah~ yes, and the kissing, the most erotic element between us, is a strength for me to carry on. There are always people bumping into each other, saying goodbye to each other, in every single second and forever. If there is only one chance, and you turn your back, there might not be anymore, no way to back to that point, ever again. But if you grab it, perhaps, I say perhaps, I will get a gentle forehead kiss from you when we are arguing like 80-year-old couple and you still willing to put your arm around mine. How sweet.

Life, a complex of strangers’ lives, wove a marvelous picture as a substitution of my dreams. When a suicide wears her wedding dress and caresses her sexy lower leg to weep over sadness, that’s the reason why I would never give-in on you.

深夜的高跟鞋

咆哮引爆最安靜的冰點，掛上話筒赴了一杯威士忌的約。火眼金睛染紅了眼白，遲緩的思緒不斷勾起…清脆的高跟鞋聲摻有妳的自信，聽著我的回憶。再一次換上女伶的背景，忍不住懇求的絕望，從體內爆發的無聲吶喊，覺得好難。微弱的起伏，又過了子夜來到強迫入眠時分。是該挖出我的心還是解剖妳的腦？如果可以也許按個暫停，賜給我七天七夜不間斷的夢境，一舉過完另外一段前世未來。把美好記錄下來小心餽贈，將濕熱的吻鎖在童繪本裡，千言萬語都未如那一句不超過五個字的「嘿，我很想妳。」