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
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
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* r/ L, t% k: ~# eStaring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
+ c) Y. c/ L" s& o4 {! cLet the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

7 O+ G3 b5 D& ^% q' H, M: hReaching for something in the distance
! u! M3 j2 `3 e4 ASo close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
' a% U, x  e9 J7 |7 i* H; OOnly you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
& Y: D; Q% j6 g! Z8 N2 J2 o( mLive your life with arms wide open
, }& A% _! H$ G& AToday is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
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- ~/ V% \, D  U4 N8 R, K/ Y' IUnwritten---(Natasha Bedingfield)
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