Friday, January 26, 2007
chips downed with pepsi is a psychological thing.
the same cannot be said about multiple servings of nasi lemak.
or the odd event of salmon. or foo chuk.
my shoes are too small around the ankles.
my feet itches through my jeans.
i stare thickly at the fibres and weaves of the blue carpet
painfully aware of the filth it sustains
the best part is sitting a foot and a half away from a dustbin.
meaning the empty hunky dory packet could so very easily be disposed off.
the place is not square. white-washed and grey-washed.
alone.
blacks and browns and trees and skies.
bag. scarf. notebook.
phone on right.
drink on left.
feet crossed so lazily im tempted to capture it in a picture.
think hard about what im about to ask.
<3 <3 <3
15:23
