These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)


i think of them as inklings
these bright flashes of light
however short and sudden
they nevertheless manage to illumine
the deep recessions
of my still and slumbering heart

7:22 pm
MRT Southbound
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