140: heart to skin

Patience
are the blades on my fingertips
not scraping the crusty canvas of my existence.

i know you are parched,
but if you weep,
so will i.

20170528 10:10pm

26: Balance (Public Transport People #1)

of all the passengers
on the lrt, he stood out
like a quiet moth
against social butterflies.

wearing
an oversized security guard uniform,
a funny-looking hat,
a slightly faded backpack,
a pair of dusty black loafs and
a sullen expression,

his clumsy hands
held onto the railing as
his frail body
swayed along with the movement of the train.

yet
this dispirited man,
confused or drowning or lost or stuck
in his own world,
still managed to keep his balance
no matter how abruptly the lrt stops.

i wonder what kept him going.

3.08pm

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i love people-watching, especially on public transports.

9: The sound of music

A storm brews outside
like an ominous nightmare;
my music plays on.

(Not even gonna try translating this, lol)

I was listening to Joanna Newsom's '81 at the time of writing. Beautiful song.

Last night there was a 4.5 magnitude earthquake in my city, and not too long after raging winds continued to bellow through the whole night. It was like a ridiculously overdramatic omen scene you'd see in telenovelas/Shakespearean plays.


Hopefully nothing bad will come this way. And that the strong winds will cease to be scary.