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.

birthday

they commercialised it too much.

some days arent really special compared to others.

u get wishes from people who remembered.

but even if you dont

you'd still love them the same.

i wish sometimes i would forget that today

is mine.

the effort to make it special comes

even worse.

felt a little of the shelves.

felt too much hype and no substance.

so i went and give myself

a breakfast treat.

nasi lemak and kopi o.

10.30 in the morning.

at kopitiam.

and a newspaper to finish it off.

i actually enjoyed that.

a very peaceful moment.

among relaxed morning strangers.

i dont have to think much

i dont have to strike any conversations

i dont have to pay attention to anyone

simply there

enjoying my kopi o.

if there were two of a kind

then why the lonely ones.

it is perfectly alright

to have your heart broken. sometimes.

for whatever stupid reasons they might be.

they made you human.

emotional damages can never be compensated.

none that this world could offer.

it is a journey worth taken.

a simple self-discovery.

i know someone

who is as nice as angel. a sight for sore eyes.
always an optimist. merciful towards broken spirit.

she lives nearby.
google litsberger.

may love prevails. always.