Sunset.
I've never seen it here, in singapore. ever.
Wishing I was there, soaking in the vibrancy, colours
and smelling sweet sweet freedom.
cause over here..
The four cold walls,
the mechanical ticking of the clock,
the monotonous whirling of the fan,
the staleness of everything in the room.
That familiar burnt, cold smell,
The smell of fatigue and boredorm that clings on so tightly.
Its suffocating, drowning.

Even when its so so mundane,
Even when left brain is overworked and right brain screams boredorm
give me the strength to pull through.



~Did you climb a mountain that high too?
:)