/ 上班的箱子 /
厚箱裝了一把夢境
每天攜帶
卻又不得已
只能廢然丟在陰鬱角落
隨著抽痛的胃
逐漸併發潰瘍
最終莫名其妙的死亡。
參D空間的人
是群穿著囚衣的公仔
只能掛在黯然的壁面
坐在破舊的飛機上
那架曾經在天空翱翔的鳥
現今
真的被現實傷的剝床及膚
呵…
還被困在這只冷箱子。
在 –零下黑度
仍想找到溫暖
一絲絲微光也好
我是人
即使世界不缺我，這個人
也想擁有自己的幸福。
箱內留個白
白的像一粒粒米飯
帶點熱乎的黏性
恩，且是活的
帶著異想
大口努力呼吸著
穿著難走的高跟鞋
遲疑的是否要邁出步伐
踏出這層使受困的階梯
或是個丟骰子
就像注射不同決定至未來
來賭個運氣？
啪達…
箱子似乎開了個縫
誰用鑰匙打開了？
久違不見的，陌生人。
敞開的瞬間
顏色滲透了進來
慢慢有點暖
群鳥啪啪的展翅高飛
像是掙脫了牢籠枷鎖
流溢的盡是幻想奔馳。
想將每個腦海圖像
用磅秤得出一個結果
想知道下次是國王還是皇后？
想知道是真鳥自由還是把鋒利的剪線刀？
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/ The working box /
Immutable and frozen working mode making people like a doll wearing the prison clothes and hanging on the nook the space; depressingly siting on the plane but unable to fly, just like stuck in the box.
When the moment they opening the heavy box, drums gonging, flocks flying, it feels like struggling out of the cage of the reality, and the illusions are overflowed.
Every step I took, it’s like a beetle wearing a pair of inadequate high heels, hesitating to start the first step of the stairs
Every decision you made, it’s like a gamble, injecting to the future.
Every reality you described, it’s just like a flash moment making a quick stay.
A head is fill with different illusions, trying to balance out a result, but you’ll never know that will be a king or a queen.
The freedom in the reality is a scissor or a real bird.
The thoughts are full of the space is the box. There is only a white stain left, like a breath mouthparts of your spirit.
Sometimes, the dream and the reality are not quite the same but you still can try hard to make your dream become your own reality.
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（自游窩 Cetacea / 壓克力顏料及複合媒材 / Acrylic Illustration Works）
