No Destination

I am going back to my home again. This time, the mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move. My day is done, I am going to meet every single night with all the memories of the past, but somehow, signs of you might just be shattered in the dust to prove my failure of ever owning you. How I wish, I could be like a boat drawn on the beach, listeing to the dance music of the tide in the evening with a silent heart. I wonder when the perfect could deck itself in beauty for the love of my imperfection. Therefore, I wanted to look for it in the evening, at every corner of my high school, where used to fill with my expectations and hope.

My dear mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know what the time is. There is no fun in my days, so I have come to you. It is Sunday, this coming Sunday, our holiday. Leave off your work mother, sit here by the window and tell me where the end of my life desert in the fairy tale is. i like to sit alone in the room, mother, with you, and hear you talking about the happiness in the fairy tale. When the clouds rumble and it thunders, I love to be afraid in my heart and cling to you my mother. But Mum, please, I have left all my book on the shelf, do not ask me to do my homework now, because I am as big as my father, I have leart all that must be leart. Just for today, tell me mother, where the end of my life desert in the fairy tale is?

I hope that I could find you in the fairy tale.