140919.

♔

140918.

Take out your

baskets, fill them

up with salami sandwiches

and chopped fruits,

don't forget to

bring an oversized

tatami mat or two

with matching

blankets and umbrellas,

keep your shades

and joy intact

because we're all gonna

go on a

ride and throw all of

the anvils on your

shoulders behind.

Let the kind

sunshine kiss away

those furrowing eyebrows

and the obvious

scowl on your faces,

with the erratic breeze

clearing out all

of the jabbing thoughts

in your mind. Put your

chin up and look!

Look at the vast

expanse of clean blue

in the sky and smile,

smile as if it makes

you soar back to life,

smile as if

nothing can stop you

from everything 

you dream of;

breathe the day 

in, and get wasted.

♔

140918.

A food court is definitely not

an ideal place to look for

inspirations, not when your cousin

pesters you to please savour

the damn aging chicken sandwich.

Your fingers cling onto the

ink pen tight, stammering

and itching for some sort of

desperate contact with any

scribble-worthy surfaces.

You think of writing about the

fluffy furball of a kitten you

cooed at by the curb. You think

of writing about the 

gorgeous boy who smiles a

smile which is obviously meant

for your throbbing little heart.

You think of writing about your

friend's outrage towards her

brother who stole her

headphones after she accidentally

stepped on his.

Like a revelation which

descended upon your clouds,

the fact that you are

on a quest to find out

about yourself hits you hard;

so hard until you were

sent gasping for air in absolute

realisation. People turn to

give you funny looks, and your

cousin hisses at your antics.

But you grin instead because the

perspiring watermelon smoothie 

seduces you, and you know

what to write about now.

♔