Monday, October 11, 2010


i am crossing the penang bridge.
the sea is colourless today
dull and dreary, undisturbed and uninspiring
muted red buoys bobbing merrily in striking contrast
the pale sky, equally lifeless and dense with thick air
so much so that the horizon blurred
as though the sea and the sky became one
and there i sat, radwimps blasting in my ears
watching from the inside of a bus
a familiar feeling washing over me.

i am back. but is this place home?

i found comfort in soothing words, 
familiar faces and names, 
always kind and reassuring.

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