in the middle of the night
Seated in the cloud of mumbling smoke where the silence of the night creeps strange messages into your brain. saying what the fuck? the blare from my yellow lighter lit yet another stick. a step closer to hell. each draw of nicotine through my cracked up lips sends the antidote for dysfunctional emotions to my blood. quenching the lust to feel. deadly as it is, it heals.
Driving the car of life journey. what is my rear mirror showing? we live in city of temptations, drifting and weaving through traffic of sins with half the headlights working. the road is long, filled with jingles and illusions to salvation. bells of angels and bongs of devils. where are we heading? who is driving? what is real? is real even real anymore?
The screens stares at me so blatantly, only me and my own words looking at me. what my fingers create through the qwerty is refreshingly mysterious to my brain. have i written all these? my brain is asking. or is the smoke mumbling again...
3 Comments:
wow....chim...I like :)
my bro means my bro, i like to think of such things too sometimes. but yours sounded lost.. but no worries, home has sunshine (yes even if mum is nagging), come home when you can. By the way no chance to tell you yet, i think Dad misses you a lot too. whenever i bring carrie back, he will always ask carrie where is "jiu jiu4" ? He will bring carrie to your room sit & play a while. Without fail everytime i go home ! We love you !
(btw, i wish my english as power as yours, you write so well !)
love you guys too. will be home soon.
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