[Entry: 04] Lockdown Series: 01 Major Missing

Image was captured around 2 years back by my lovely sister, Shelly,
somewhere in Marina Sands Bay, Singapore

Dear Virtual Diary,
and
to all those globetrotters out there,
man I'm not one of you but oh boy those early afternoon strokes do i crave for when I would bore out with myself and ask my sister out exactly to find her in the next room in the middle of deep mid day nap, dreaming fictitious. then I morose, put a palazzo on with a tee and my favorite turquoise mini backpack, lock the door from the out and now I'm all alone trying to make it through the little city busy and bustling. once again through another cocktail hour.

to all those gregarious outgoing rowdies out there,

man don't count me in among you all but ohmygod the sounds of city silvers as I take my journal out to jott down in black and white. jot down the stories behind the sound of doors opening, creaking and closing with bangs, the pulling of cafe chairs, the hustlers fatigued in their worn out black boots after the exhausting day, the silent humming and bickering of couples, the stimulating college gang meet up after a nearly long decade, these are the sounds of joy that meant my world. these are the sounds of city silvers. but as Frost writes,
"Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
... Nothing gold can stay."
just like that now we're all constricted to the sounds of deathlike silence. to the sounds of city pallor.

to all those adventurous fellas out there sprinting with loads of adrenaline,

still don't belong to y'all, but oh Christ I could read through you. through most of you over regular brewing coffees. i could read through the most fragile pair of eyes I had ever come across, of that young teen who seeked to break out the traditional shackles fenced by her custodians but in the end could not. I could read through the eyes of the middle aged lady who was not willing to any further continue her stupid dormant marriage as I ordered for one more latte. I could read through most of the eyes then. now I only read walls. and the cracks in them. and maybe even they have started reading me too, hence the cracks?

📷 by: Shelly, love