an explorer of sorts i suppose traversing your tepid sentiments
Tag: Singapore
in a single quantum sweep we conclude this existence
soft and negligible tangents of this day confined to deep mental recesses
an alley without piss or prayer never too far from where you stand
traversing from realm of thought to the washroom and back to the cradle of skin
pastel skies we make do with the freedom we are offered daily
dear winter crow more peddling and less screaming please
winter i pray that this night ends in debauchery for you
flick of the tender tongue the air tastes of burnt humans
late winter a game of tag and curses with mind demons
