musky

The musky smell

a soft graze

sound of breathing and 

the thump-thump of a heartbeat.

The muggy night

a whispered laugh

glow of streetlights and

prickly warmth of an embrace

"

Can you hear it? 

The lull of the city

Hazy bokeh of lights 

clothed in winter smog.

Footsteps and

distant voices.

Clattering of plates

and clink of glass.

From up here,

can you still hear it?

"

Sovereign Light Café

"let's go down to the rides on East Parade

by the lights of the palace arcade

and watch night coming down on the 

Sovereign Light Café"

a rainy night

I walked home in the rain today. This was the first time that I forgot to bring an umbrella to uni and I knew there would be no one whom I could call or ask to borrow a ride or a little shelter. So while everyone was conglomerating in front of IC, waiting for the rain to die down or for the familiar headlights of a car, I mentally gave a shrug and just thought, "fuck this", life's too short to use umbrellas anyway right?

Half-way home it started to rain really, really hard, the sort of down pour you hear from the inside as a sudden onslaught of furious pattering on the rooftops. I think I actually started laughing when it first came pouring down. Mother nature was trolling me today.

I'm not sure why but there was something satisfying about just walking slowly through the rain without having to care about how soaked I got. It was kind of nice. I almost felt like singing a sad song with a sad little melancholic smile and pretend I'm the protagonist in an old black and white musical.

It was beautiful, the gentle orange glow of streetlights shining through the rain.

My throat's a little sore though. I hope I don't catch a cold from the aftermath of my wild spontaneous romantic rain-walk.

Something about a story of distance

About 6am when the sun is rising and you're still hugging onto your phone with a small smile.

About 5am when your eyes are drooping but you just need to hear his voice for a little while longer, just a another minute, just another word.

About 4am when an annoying little tear escapes as you place the laptop on the pillow next to you. It's like you're lying side by side again, but your traitor heart won't agree.

About 3am when can't help laughing as you both try to sync tonight's movie with each other. It'll be like you're watching it together.

About 2am when the cold starts settling in and you give them a meek "Hey I wish you were here baby".

About 1am when you wrap yourself up in blankets, a hot cup of green tea in your palms as you try to remember the feeling of his hand hugging yours.

And finally about 12am, when you both know it's gonna be another long night ahead, and that night is only just beginning.