Danang, 27 January 2019, 4.52 AM – that’s the title

There are a million and one thing I wish I could tell you

But did you read what i just wrote?

“A million and one things” it’s just too much

I don’t want to hurt my throat further more,

(‘cus Bestie and I had been preaching all night long)

at least for now, when you’re not here

(I want to torture you with my so-called crazy, mental set of values and morality and kindness and love, sharing this bed of Earth with such a delicately precious creature of me…

in person)

Don’t get me started with what’s logical and what’s not

I kind of cracked the code of criticality, aka “the art of thinking clearly”),

but so what?

What’s right, what’s true, what’s real?

Sometimes you can’t just rationalise

(But I do agree with you I need to work on it,

I mean… what did you say I seem to lack?

Logic, right? That just slipped to nothingness and numbness, ooh,

… when I want to, how I want to)

Things like an urge to wake up at 4:52 in the morning to write you this poem

Not the usual “lame” kind of smushy lines

That can make the little girl inside you cry a little

It’s the kind of sharing that makes you think it’s the best,

(And to me, entrusting someone with the faith of creative yet critical thinking,

with a spoonful of senses, mercy, under a vast & hollistic POV on perceiving the human race…

I think it could be true love, and mad respect)

But seriously though, I think that all those things can wait

Because what REALLY kept me up was that I just wanted to call, text, or board a plane, a train, or walk back home,

Saying these words of no-wisdom whatsoever

And philosophy, spirituality, politics, evolution, religion, economics, music, theatre, culture, fashion, power, money, or any other Earthly types of restlessness

Seem oh-so-less important, for merely 2 hours

Since I started penning down these words on the paper

Jesus, how I wish I could say these magical, simple, loving, beautiful three little words

“I miss you”

to you, in person.

I know now for sure now that I’m destined to do great, magnificient things,

and you are too

So much so you have NO idea.

But seriously though,

I just want to eat chicken rice and drink ABC juice with you in Boon Keng market,

Where I grew up, becoming this, in front of your eyes

The world may crumble any minute now,

But I don’t want to fix it just yet.

I was looking for someone to help fix me, but I had failed miserably,

And thank God, we talked again, and I realised,

I don’t need to be fixed

I’m just a dreamer and a fighter,

Who just happens to want to eat Singapore’s Hainanese chicken rice with you

Activists and hypocrites may think it’s so selfish,

But I don’t care, if bad reputation is all it takes just to fall asleep next to you,

Fully fed, all snuggled up, warm and safe

I will tell them nay-ers that “He’s so profound that destructions can wait”

Because I have been waiting all my life, this and my past one, if that exists,

For someone like this.

For you.

Just to share a dish of chicken rice with, and co-exist, without having to explain.

Any phenomenon,

Heaven and Earth, will have to wait

Because I miss you, that’s all.

#anh

#havefunreading

P/s: i just have one thing to ask, please, don’t let me down

Because I’ve had enough1200px-starr_030523-0050_gardenia_brighamii

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