Folly

Life runs short.

I went to visit my aunt who was forcefully dumped there by her ex-husband and son. This left her crying all the time as i heard reports of her from the old folk's nurses. My hurt ached to see how heartless and black they were just so that they could rid some cash off her. Cousin and us used to play together with remote controlled cars and barbie dolls. We'd seek for treasure in imaginative games or simply play hide and seek. In that semi-d right in the middle of Bedok was where I knew that I had more than what I wanted. Aunt would feed Nigel and I while we watch the bats snatch fruits off her tree. We were happy. She was.

Grandpa sat alone at a corner eating while the rest had fun in the dining room. I was visiting the ladies to find him at the balcony. Baggy tshirt, shorts. He stood down with a pair of chopsticks, gobbling food down. I asked him why. He mumbled words I could never hear. Headed to the toilet next and started tearing. I vividly remember grandpa carrying me younger. But he was so distant. Never near. My hurt ached as I longed for him to belong in this family. His past has cost him his present. He used to be abusive and ignorant about everything at home. However, where are those second chances?

It's a whirlpool of emotions. This Chinese New Year has allowed me to rethink about life after everything's settled down. It's going to be different in my time.


Dreams are my reality.



Running is like a breeze. A gathering of the clouds. Having the sun to rise and to set. You don't know when the autumn leaves will turn red or when a baby's teeth will emerge from itching gums.

Desire will make you run.
Run, keep running. Don't stop. Don't look back. Just keep going.