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Silence by Kuik Swee Boon

The isolation and alienation of individuals result from their inability to find a place for themselves in this world. That which is spoken is often lost in the roar of everyday living. To listen, one must be silent. And in silence, all that remains is oneself

3.15 in the morning, stray words lie abandoned on the streets. lyrics ran through my head and for once i remembered them. someone whistles to the melody and snuck up to me, putting his arms around me. kisses in the air, and his stubble pricks again my skin, but he doesn't seem to notice. i forgot what he said about his love, so i prompted him, ( Read more... )

the peace of this night makes it perfect for beautiful words like yours
the sky is dimly lit with moonlight, embellished with stars in full bloom
i can see your face, just slightly, the shadows playing with patterns on you
i trace my fingertips along them, and they make a pretty picture.

Even as I lie flat on my back I feel the heaviness of the heart weighing down on me. I always encourage my peers to open up to me, but I never did open up to them. The thoughts run wild in my head, crashing into one another but I find no way to articulate them. I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but ( Read more... )

I love how strangers' words blow me away. And I miss the times when my own words blew myself away.

the raindrops pelted down hard against me like regret. running from you is like running from the rain; useless. it catches you and drenches you with it, your hair, your cheeks, your arms. the tears blend together with the rain into a salty mix, and the streetlights burned fluorescent on me. i got lost on the way home and remembered how you kissed ( Read more... )

I never know what to say anymore.

I was fooled for a moment, and dared not breathe. Then you kept appearing everywhere, and I thought to myself, this must be fate. The third time round I was convinced he wasn't you, but these days coincidences scare me. Because I just dreamt of you last night after such a long time, and today an almost carbon copy of you appeared ( Read more... )

Will tonight be my last chance at happiness?