haha.

changkat

pay

me

no

mind

my dear

mouth

the

silencer

the hands

cusped

strands

of time

tuck

me

to

bed

safe

asleep

downfall

answers

papers

of

green and

dotted black

pioneer

of

troubles

and peace

rest

do 

not

fret

smell

the

dancing

apples

George

is 

watching with

keen eyes

his

smile

creased but

wild

silver

and

gold

(coins?)

tartar

sauce

in

Changkat

needing

more

wanting

less

pass

perfect

pants

protect

my

days

are

over

end

is

finding

closure

i

close my

eyes and

scream

(what a joy) 

(what a joy!)

what 

a joy

to be

alive!

*******

Just a poem.

*******

Semester 3 is officially over.

If time has a stopwatch, it must be out of service now. Too many times have I tried to stop time from moving faster than it should be but alas, I am still witnessing seconds and seconds ticking past me with flickering motions of hellos and byes.

I got two weeks to get through. Two weeks of rotting, sitting down on my red chair, now wishing time could go as quick as possible. However, like a stubborn mule, time only works for itself, its seconds turning from falling sand to drips of water from an unused water hose. 

Time is my friend.

Time is my enemy.

Time is my pet.

*******

If you are wondering, yes, I am experimenting with heavy imageries with the paragraphs above. Something tells me that I am not very suited for that...

P.S: Going to Genting with the lady later on. I never went to Genting before, so this will be fun. I guess.