the half way mark ...

im writing this one week from the date, but what the heck.


it's half a life time, but it feels like forever. one year and three months since
i boarded that bus at pasir ris interchange to ferry me to another life. i have
learn much and would like to think that i have somewhat matured at least
abit. but i seriously doubt so. damn, feel too empty and shagged to write
anything much now. it hasnt been a good week.


hush now as the stone skips
with my heart to deliberate.
the fairness of spite
who is to contemplate?
such deviation foreordained
the face of human heart.
a mockery of mirrors
a mockery myself.
what comfort to find in a bed of roses
suffice it is to lie in moss,
to rest on plebeian ground
to await the next summer breeze
a life in peace. it's all i wished.

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