And the distance between us, I am thinking of you.

The room spins around the world, experiencing a change in it’s colours.

I close my eyes, fall

deeper and I meet you again.

Different situation but always the same episode. The same story.

The soundtrack, touching. The plot, commendable.

Unforgettable,

Haunting me even when I shake it off.

This is pleasurable. Or should I cross that off

And say that it hurts? Very much like a physical pain,

Just that you can’t recover from it, ever.

In one of the tenses,

I singing out an impossible song that you cannot hear.

La lala la, see? I imagine

The dark hills that I have to cross just to see you tonight. For I am in love with you and

this is what it is like or what it is like in words.

Isn’t it intriguing how the smallest of distances can turn out to be the greatest?

The night is still young! G O G O LETS GO!

Things I need to do today

1. Visit the polyclinic to get an MC
2. Swim
3. Work
4. Relax

Progress: 6%

Target: 12%

I can do this. I can do this. AJA AJA HWAITING!

1. I just got out of a 30 day burnout during which I did not study at all.
2. I am stressed because I am afraid that I will not do well for my A levels.
3. I do not want to let down my parents, teachers or myself down.
4. Virgo’s aren’t supposed to be procrastinators. I guess I’m just one of those exceptions. Lucky me.
5. I think I am getting skinnier, so I guess it’s time to start exercising daily again (to manage my stress).
6. I have work that has to be submitted, but I am going to take a huge risk and fuck all of it.
7. I told my parents to put their trust into my study schedule. I can get out of this vicious cycle. And I will.
8. I just hope I get out of it in time because my expectations of myself are increasing and I can’t seem to reach that high yet.
9. I hate being a perfectionist. Sigh.
10. I need someone to tell me everything will be okay

Today is day 2. I will get out of this in 25 days. I can do this. I can do this. God help anyone that stands in my way.

Thank you everyone

Pause.

A rose blooms at my smile.

Flashes of light flood the streets.

A blind painter’s brushstrokes sweep the canvas,

Confidently

Creating another new masterpiece,

things normal people cannot even reproduce.

What are those little thingamajigs?

Oh right, it’s a camera.

A snapshot,

a click,

tada.

A moment in time captured,

history on a piece of film.

Alas, this will not do. This will not do at all.

It’s blur, unclear,

as if the particles are bleeding ink all over.

Is that a tentacle?

Oh, it’s a hand?

Without those palm sized pieces of paper,

I can still remember.

The thoughts,

emotions,

sentiments.

Something even a camera cannot even capture.

Yes I am angry. Furious even, that the photographs turned out this way. I suppose, when we win something, we have to lose something in the process.

Ps. I think I did a great job thinking of the title of this poem, it’s so fitting!