

wrong number warbled moans - they come from within; anwrong number
unmistakable shrill call from nature herself. this is the part - one crashes onto the cool, porcelain imitation of rubbish bins, where forgotten memories of escapdes across
stained cotton plains and unwanted floss are littered - lay hidden beneath
films of black and white (affairs that were no longer current?) it coaxes;
convinces the subconscious that i was indeed the chosen one, for
there was an urgent nee


orange trees and crinkly grinsSomeday -orange trees and crinkly grins
we'll sit on that tree, of
those glossy green leaves and oranges that never get too ripe. We'll climb,
to that highest branch where the peeling bark will leave crinkly footprints on our
blue jeans: like that sky filled with
clouds that never seem too high. And we'll, we'll pry the rims of those oranges
with our fingers that interlock
together - fingers that never fail
to fit too well - until they turn
yellow: just like the never-fading juice. And we'll gift ourselves with a silly laughter until our lips are full of citrus bloom.


Untitled: Experience ChineseI observe: the gesturing of exclamation marks and nodding of uncomfortable heads - pretendingUntitled: Experience Chinese
to understand the points, the information.
But leaving with nothing except
the dry parched grass, and those
lingering flashbacks of stone cold benches; the odour of graphite against wood or was it the breath
of frequent yawns? Maybe it was the sight of those unfamiliar convoluted characters? Or maybe it was the fidgeting and unnatural, occasional voicing of
opinion; it lapses into another full circle of quiet clicks and knocks. Bec


Of all the broken tears,The rain was ironically dry that day. You smile and laugh as you greet the people - whom you insist that are just putting on a mask of sorrow; a facade. No one really notices, really, as you clench your fists and try to hide the sorrow. You had to reassure them that you were doing fine, that you somehow managed to disassociate yourself from this whole event. But somehow, even as you try to look sane on the outside, it is evident you are falling apart on the inside. You sigh, and hope - really hope, no one notices the tracks of your tears.Of all the broken tears,
As the fragrance of the flowers wafts and fills your senses, you laugh a bitter and sorrowf
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