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$ B2 D) Y" e4 {4 A2 }1 CI'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
5 i7 C" A0 b+ Z1 G  {3 U( |Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
+ w) q! a! U  E, ISo close you can almost taste it
) U; S* s  A2 q- x% @1 mRelease your inhibitions
) x7 t* H7 Z1 b! G* PFeel the rain on your skin
/ t+ n6 Q( K2 u, ]0 q9 X/ ?No one else can feel it for you
3 n+ t5 P: x% |0 N8 N4 |8 @% zOnly you can let it in
8 r4 u. V* H* L7 P: E* P2 P( Q$ p$ TNo one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
- o2 I# l4 N- `, {0 Y* K" WDrench yourself in words unspoken
5 j4 k! J8 v; l: c; f# QLive your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Unwritten---(Natasha Bedingfield)