a week now i hope you find peace when you crossed over to the truth
Tag: Singapore
cold synthetic leathered hands to hold the grey matter in place
stopped counting the ants i’ve flushed down the toilet
we replace the white dove with all this senseless talk of divinity
you my friend are a pundit whether you like it or not your silence speaks for you
what happened to the ceasefire it rains again on your terms
laugh a little sing a little make tiny creatures you live a little each day
follow the trail of bodies what’s more depressing than a agnostic
winter dismantling what’s left of sunsets in my free time
drama in dharma class when a soul imploded from too much of patience
elancharan gunasekaran 