Dreams

I loiter between hope and despair.
The fire within me is my only solace.
Everywhere else is just rain and snow.

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Life is like playing golf without a hole.

A Girl Prone to Flu

She is a girl with a sensitive nose.
Down with flu all the time.
Usually people sneeze in bouts of three but she does them in fives
On the bus, she sits near the window and claims that the air-con makes her cold.
And she sneezes.
But she refuses to change seats and put her arms in her bag instead.
While closing her eyes and complaining about the itchiness from within.
After alighting, the exhaust fumes from the traffic tickle her nose.
And of course yet again,
As we quickly leave the roads behind.
Then when the time comes for us to make our way through the flats,
We battle the incense to no avail.
Nor will it stop when we reach the kopitiam,
With its smell of coffee and oil.
Exhausted in our fight,
The park becomes the desired destination.
But alas it never ends,
As kids kick up fluffs of dust and sand.

And my shirt
you know what happens to it.