Write my eulogy, for
Words have failed me, my precious
What story do I tell you?
When I’m left speechless.
Like boats moving towards the horizon
And ripples that chase after one another
Everywhere that I look
And deep and far inside my head
Man beneath the mountains
Who am I?
Am I inside this world?
With brush strokes of colour,
Whether night has fallen, or the day has just begun
Peel back my facades,
One after another,
I often wonder, who am I?
A city renders us into faceless silhouettes. Insignificant.
Travelling across the city, I found different individuals sleeping in public places such as parks, roads, stations, etc. The one thing that fascinated me was their careless but fearless attitude....
How do you escape loneliness,
When it follows you everywhere?
It doesn’t stop. One day you hear of someone’s passing and you let out a sigh. This time you feel the warm air trapped in your mask. You haven’t