i got lost in bugis and i think i must have been a strange sight (a disheveled girl in school uniform desperately clinging onto her wonky umbrella). i decided to go to the pita bakery after school (i had a strange craving for hummus), and somehow i got lost on the way back. i’ve been feeling absent all day.
i walked back and forth along the same street, second-guessing myself. i was feeling strangely overwhelmed by [the torrential rain/ the weight of my backpack/ the stinging pain in my wrist/ the dampness of my socks/ the looseness of my skirt/ the flimsiness of my umbrella]. i guess i got distracted. i forgot that i was supposed to be finding my way.
i’ve been very forgetful as of late. i’ve forgotten how to stay present, and i’ve forgotten how to write. i’m glad i’m writing now; maybe i haven’t forgotten after all. remember, your thoughts are not supposed to be Frightening and Powerful and Out-Of-Control. they can be easily transferred onto a sheet of paper.
a face in the crowd 