While it's true that I love the works of Poe
and melancholy is often a companion of mine...
I still recognize the little girl
whose hands smelled of pandan cakes...
Sometimes on my way to work, while at the stops,
I curl my hair with my fingertips as if I'm...
2014-06-10 00:26
Midnight just passed...
In the midnight hour
when sleep won't come...
What did you do?
I shot the sky with my rifle...
Two bottles, two bottles
that's all it was...
Why do we keep on running
from ourselves, when we are the...
I have never been good at letting go of the past
I walk round with a constant taste of nostalgia...
I saw a moon not quite
as full as you...
The sun fell through
the wires of a dream catcher...
In a bed filled with nails, filled with punctures...
All things leading back to when I remembered all...