We look for landmarks,
familiar spots in roads...
I have written poems on a notepad
not on a piece of paper. I use a keyboard...
Time is moment
Moment is period...
You may not feel his presence
nor hear his whisper...
I'm living.
come back later, around eleven...
There's this thing called the ego,
It likes sitting on the passanger seat...
If I could give you anything
it would be moments...
A pen wobbles
at the edge of a wooden desk...
It used to be the joke of the family,
whenever she'd mistakenly use...
Humans;
If religion is of naked deeds...
God unrolled the blueprint layed it down,
Grabbed some miry clay from the ground...
I still recognize the little girl
whose hands smelled of pandan cakes...