咖啡店

我喜欢闯进一家新的咖啡店
找一个离空调不近不远的地方
让冷气能够亲吻到皮肤
又无法留恋止于这里

Espresso机时不时地咕哝一句
提醒我先别打开手机
仔细辨认今日的滴滤
是带有果味的酸涩还是坚果的厚重
环绕的音乐
是热情奔放的DJ舞曲
还是经典钢琴曲一贯的抽离

我喜欢带着笔记本的人们
朝圣般的来此寻找一种专注
指尖建立起小小的私密空间
把公共区域划分个一个个自己的领地
我也喜欢总有那么几个闺蜜聊天
笑声带着夸张的情绪
传播整个房间
重新捍卫和树立所谓的公共区域

一张一收
一破一立
平衡又流动
间断又持续

渴望自由自在的人啊
又无法摆脱对规则的束缚或敬畏
大喊出要独处寻找自己的
又是在期待着谁来倾听这一句

抿一口咖啡
舌尖有酸
两侧遇苦
中间甜味流转

咽下这一口
贪恋的新鲜感已去
下一个咖啡馆
又会有怎样陌生的熟悉？

My heart is in pain and in hope

In pain I feel the loss,
In hope I witness the truth.
Revealing myself,
Pieces by pieces.

Those forgotten adolescent years,
Rolling unrequited love into a ball,
Tucking it in the deepest corner of the desk,
Those pretending adolescent years,
Hiding fragile, sensitive self,
between pages of thick notebooks.

Finish today’s assignment.
Tomorrow’s can wait until tomorrow.
And after tomorrow,
I’ll meet the day after that when it comes.

A psychic once told me,
“You don’t want to give love.”
Why would I,
when I never truly received it?

Don’t push me.
Give me time.
Give me space.
I am gathering myself,
piece by piece.