一百二十五号作品：雨夜

山菊

人生有没有意义我不知道。我知道的是真正去了解自己是件很有意思的事~~~只有走入人心（尤其是自己的内心），才能走出浅薄，走向成熟。

holycow

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
* N! `6 k# s2 P; o4 d* L; kI'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
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$ M9 `* Q7 w: U0 @. W. w$ [. A+ I/ s5 dStaring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
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Reaching for something in the distance
. H; ~2 q4 W3 M  K) M6 @1 D: GSo close you can almost taste it
: ~4 J$ Z  \0 B/ m$ A$ J5 M& wRelease your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
% h7 U, c+ ]1 Y* WNo one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
( M( @" {( \, N0 Z: Y! ?Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
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Unwritten---(Natasha Bedingfield)