B.

A long drive to no where, and conscious of the steep petrol prices. It is still much needed therapy. I can't be at home. Home is silence, stale and discomfort. My camera, my car and the foreign roads is my escape from this minute of reality. This is the first time my phone is settling in my rubbish bin and god forbid i remember where i threw it. If Christy was here, i know she will be able to deal with me.. neglect agony and drown my soul in rotgut. If only i could prescribe her right now to me. If only. If. only. I have to deal with this myself right now, by myself.

your conviction of love are..



when the lights are green, you go... you progress.. 
but what if you stayed? till the lights turned back to red? linger and hold on?
make one's getaway..


i left my car behind and took a long walk to no where, some where. waved goodbye and left it out in the cold.
wee. we? what are we? invert wee and i get mee. it's just me, now.






protect and defend. i feel so helpless.