last night, i dreamt that we were moving to Japan. it was this place by the river, calling to mind of Clarke Quay actually, and the apartment had so many rooms, i had two for myself.
it was so rushed; our house here in my beloved Tanah Merah had already been sold and i had no say in anything. for all of my fascination with Japan, i found myself in tears.
their faces appeared, serried together, all at once. no, i would not, could not bear the thought of being so far away from these faces. each face represents a multitude of memories, emotions, idiosyncrasies - they couldn't be traded for the magic villages of wonderland, Japan.
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