Tuesday 15 March 2011

THE UGLY GREY SKY


Eyang, Om, dan Sepupu.

Why does it rain every time, the times that you go? It’s the only time I detest this city’s beautiful grey sky. I wouldn’t mind being locked up in that sterile room for longer, breathing in the medicine odour. Laughing at the Rubik’s Cube, watching movies on the hallway floor, smoking outside the hospital doors – it wasn’t bad at all. But instead of staying, you left. And the rain would always soak my shirt, time and time again.

I miss you, guys. I knew I would, but not this much.

Sunday 13 March 2011

OUIJA BOARD


Explainable does not mean justifiable. Especially when the evidences cannot be read, and the witnesses are dead.

Sorry. Too much of the sun and not enough of the moon have made me beyond irritable. And I'm beyond the point of hunting you down.

Go ahead and prowl the woods. It's what you do best, isn't it?