I have been trying for life to write a book. That is why I always buy pens and note books. No matter, how many of them I have owned. It never seems to be enough.

It seems like what you did; reflected what is hidden in you.

Many times I sat in front of the opened page, jotted a pen to the empty space in front.

It was like hypnotic. But there was nothing came out.

I started to know that when no body there to hear me or when I did not want the word to open my mouth, I wrote. The way to talk to my own, to question, to moan or to grin.  

I live,wake,sleep and breath in the sky and it is so true..that the higher you are the colder it is.

Flying is a job of lonely people. It may be nice if I could be vanished when flying like Antoine de Saint-Exupery. When ‘loneliness’ exists on the ground, it also does in the sky.

Days by days I write less and less, yet I still carry a notebook. I feel numb as like I could not be a master of words any more. I was tried physically to begin with, then by heart.

Do you agree that 'letters' are just like a playground or a stage of mind.

Every time, when I stared at an empty page. I know there where so much in my mind that I could not pour it out or I did not know where to start.

It is always like this, we creat language but ‘we can not talk’.

We hear, but how many times we really listen.

But ‘communication leads to misunderstanding’, even the FOX said so.

(‘The words which could not be heard’, I knew how sad Vincent could be when the painting he drew by his life is not being seen.)

And it is always like this, people always realized when it is too late.

As they are always busy,

I dreamed.

I screamed silently on that blank paper. And I used invisible ink.

I send my words out many times, but sadly, my recipient has no glasses to read the invisible ink.

It is so hard to see/hear thing clearly.

………………………………….

Life has showing me so many faces. Lately life turns its winter side on me.

A cold blue sky made me see things clearer but left a sore heart for me to except the truth.

Have I started a book yet? Or I have just talked about myself??

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