cautious hands cast into the overcast sky
Tag: Singapore
shadows at the bus stop sharing life’s burden
three more beetles to attain nirvana
burning strawmans but the weeds still remain
october war what’s left to fix
be quiet be still be you if you have to
mad thoughts consume half the autumn sky
a third interrupts the intense tango of a butterfly pair
mostly fragments of a life before scattered thunderstorms
we tug at strings to remind overlords of our existence
