i just found this while working on my art piece.

she curls up each night,
to another moment of endless outpouring,
when the salty tang of saline overpowers the taste buds,
& the sweet scent of juice pervades the air,
then she wonders why you're never here anymore.

she keeps to that carefully constructed sham each day,
where all you see is megawatt glam shots,
fuelled with a passion for deception,
& as they swarm around like vultures to the stiff,
she wonders why you don't save her.

somedays she sits and reminisces,
as the leaves fall and the transition begins,
the senses are intuned with the need for disaster,
& the catastrophe started with the simple disappearance,
of someone so dear who took a chunk and left,
and along vanished what was left of sagacity.

she'd loved to be saved,
but it's too late for morals to step in and save the day,
everything's a step frozen in time,
& you can try but she'll always slip from your grasp,
'cause you never undertook the mission to save her from herself,
hell you never gave a damn, till the day the metal called to her,
it's little surprise she's lost to you now.

& it'll gush out until it's too drained to move.

it's so nostalgic.
heh, funny how everything i used to write sounded so depressing.

i guess it was the night,
it stole away the rationality,
& left me with the poignant memories,
i still miss lepak bench very much.
take very good care of yourself in bangkok & mumbai.
i love you tons.
10:34 AM
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