接近自己（Hold me, self, I）
By 水影
09-6-5
游览，在自己绘制的画卷。黄昏，穿过遥远，穿过城市林总的楼宇，送到这边来温暖。一团温馨的橙色，印在凹凸的石墙角落，一棵古树拦在一角，断出了光亮与黑暗。轻轻伸过手，接过它的心意，将自己的掌印留在它的目光。
Truth? What I have been searching for? The only truth is that there will no truth to be beheld by the eye, be heard by the ear, nor be felt by heart.
喜欢这样，一个人游走，放开羁绊，自由的像风，静静的流淌在清晨或黄昏。自由要付出自由的代价，在和心贴近的地方，也许会被说成无人的荒凉。也罢，住在我爱丽舍家园的精灵怎么会落在他人家？顺然，别人的也不会落在自家。
Close to the heart is a scar, burning with all the hurt like a volcano to keep me warm;
Close to the soul is a well, weeping with all the tears like a spring to water self sweet;
Close to me is a ‘I’, dreaming in the sunshine like a bubble floating to the sky.
注定？命运？不想也不喜欢自己的人生操纵在别人手里。
只愿接近自己，看清自己，因为现在我还不懂自己，不了解自己。
When I can see me, my truth self, in stead of the reflection from the water?
Hold me, self, I.
