My journey is a weird one. Confident that I am not the only third culture human being in this city to have experience a state of unbelonging, I still see myself as a morpher in front of my bathroom mirror. This perhaps has led to the unconscious habit of collecting stories and gift pieces, intimate […]Read more "If Only I Had a Part"
Do you remember when we were two beautiful birds? We would say when the morning would come You are silver and blue like the moon when it’s new I was gold as the summer sun But one day you asked for a different song One that I just couldn’t sing I got the melody sharp […]Read more "Young as the morning, old as the sea"
Back at the swamp someone was bathing. Her arms lathered the pulsing soil, her mind somewhere else at the fleshy warmth of the breathing earth. Aloof, as mud breaks thin and expands through out her milk. Green paint covered turquoise veins. From the far horizons of misty clouds, rivers of red edged in unseen. From glaciers, leaving […]Read more "Maybe they will sing for us tomorrow"
If the world is as how we see it, a reflection of self and as ever changing as travellers open themselves up entirely to the twists and turns in life – wouldn’t the ideal vision of settlement and the search for one’s destination forever a hypothetical utopia as a mirage? Everything is as only genuine […]Read more "seperation"