Despite everything, the world continues to turn and life continues its relentless march. I wake up, look at this hastily made-up chaos in the mirror, turn up at work, slog through my emails, handle programmes and track progress of my projects. I stitch on a smile and laugh with my colleagues, take the same bus home after work, and numb it all out ( Read more... )

Yesterday was bad, today was worse ( Read more... )

24 hours after:
My heart is troubled, my mind is whirring and my sleep-deprived focus is shot to pieces. But now that my brain has (partially) caught up with events, I'd like to say what's been weighing on my mind today. I feel that I didn't get the full picture from your POV, because you were uncertain and kept wanting to say more, but you couldn' ( Read more... )

I woke up on Tuesday morning at 7 after a restless night. Read your reply again and crafted my last text to you after a moment’s consideration.

I get your point about progressing from liking to loving, because this was something I wondered too. Why didn’t I feel more for you? I know the honeymoon period doesn’t last, but it shouldn’t be… like this ( Read more... )

It’s the evening of 18 September now. Exactly one week ago, right at this very moment, we were sitting at that table at my void deck.

Recently, life has been divided into before and after you left me. When I boarded the bus to go to work, I’d think “the last time I went to office I was still attached”. When I scrolled through my phone gallery, ( Read more... )

When she slides into the booth opposite me, she doesn't greet me with her customary "it's been some time."There's no need to, because she's been especially close to me since November 2021-her presence a thumbprint in that soft hiss of skepticism weaving through my stream of consciousness. She's been my gut instinct, sending out smoky whispers of ( Read more... )

It's been a long time since I've put pen to paper, or more accurately, fingertips on keyboard. It's been a long time since I've sat like this, mug of Earl Grey on my left, Taylor Swift/BTS playing through my headphones and half-lidded eyes flickering between my split laptop screen of this current WordPad document and my notepad document, where I've ( Read more... )

I met an American.

He likes me, and I like him too.

But let's be realistic, though.

"It's been some time."

At my words, she tilts her head towards me, purple smoke issuing from her parted lips and an eyebrow arched imperiously. She flicks ash in my direction and returns the lipstick-stained end of her cigarette to her mouth. I wipe my palms on the thighs of my jeans and plop down next to her on the sand. She doesn't reply; ( Read more... )

The last two months have been contradictory bouts of absolute laziness and mental and physical exhaustion; a rollercoaster of emotions and self-reflection. Even starting this piece is equally comforting and odd - I haven't written in months, but the familiar process of putting thoughts into prose is gradually returning to me ( Read more... )