once upon a time

i dreamt.
to travel the world.
to live in distant places.

i think everybody does.

till i met someone.
very local.

suddenly.
travelling the world means emptiness.
searching the distance
while knowing my heart belongs back home.

fuck.
all those things that i wanted.
living vagabond-like.
all crashed just like that.

strange.
when you were young,
it's all about what you want.
not realising later,
that when you got there

you wish you could share it with someone.

eh heh.
talking like some old schmuck.

48th hour

hello.

kenaper..

takde,
saja nak dengar suara..

daffodils

from time to time
i kept her in sight.

maybe over the years
she aged
mellowed
sometimes repetitively mundane

i miss her still.

we'd all one day
dissipate
i'd want her around still.