some poetry like thought i had jotted down on paper...
The day before i came back to Singapore:
My heart is sinking
I feel empty and numb
the end of my lips facing down.
life passes and i move with it
with a sense of necessity than want.
hollow and deep
echoing made easy
life seems futile and empty
life has become an empty shell, humming the sea.
last Friday at the girls changing room:
Here i sit on a bench
plumbing in front of me
towels on the side
curled up and alone
listening to the distant music
class being taken by my comrades
scribbling on my book
i look up to see me...
brows, lips drooping in loneliness.
unable to stop the wetting of my cheeks
i do not know what has gone wrong...
i was such a cheery girl,
always positive and bright
but now, i only see the rain clouds in the sky.
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