Tag: Singapore

for lack of a better word: spring disguised as empathy

spring is not all joy and harmony but a time to celebrate the true you: however cryptic and cold you are

hand on her chest listening to the beat of a heart that was never her own

dark clouds gather: not to weep or wail but to warn us of the coming darkness

the city has unwillingly transformed into what it has long feared: a neon beast

smothered between great hills the sun gives in to earthly pleasures as the eternal night takes over

blue hour: the last of birdsong echoes from concrete to concrete

raven perched against a broken tree limb we speak the ancient riddle of eyes

fractured skylines and timelines: moss gathers in loving clusters under the shade

the city growls: birdsong scatters far beyond dingy walls and melancholic alleys