It has been forever since I blogged. I am starting to miss my Singapore life quite badly - I miss my family, my boyfriend, my friends, my school, my choir, my piano. I miss my support structures, especially since my "roomie", Clara, is off on holiday. It's quiet and lonely here alone over the weekend. I need music. Or a poem.
Closed Doors
Fly with me, my darling.
I want you to feel the freedom that is
so precious nowadays.
Feel the wind on your face; the wind
you create from your speed.
You are in control now. I am going to let go.
Fly, my darling.
Enjoy it - the immense pleasure.
It is all so dreamy and woozy and just magnificent.
You are magnificent.
I am magnificent. This feeling... it is... remarkable
to say the least.
Breathe in the air, my darling.
Let it fill your lungs. Your red bloody lungs that thump with your bloody red heart.
Feel the adrenaline. Stupendous.
Feel the rush. Feel every blood vessel dilate.
Let's get higher.
Push, my darling.
Push it through. Soar.
Clench your muscles, they are intensified.
No one can see you in this night sky.
You are in space with the stars.
Gaze. They are like fireworks all around you.
Yes, the feeling. This feeling bursts from within.
You feel it on-, in-, under your skin. Whatever.
You don't give a fuck.
Just let yourself go.
Gasp. You gasp and the sun smiles at you warmly.
Time to go home, my darling,
open your eyes.
