AT STREET 24

Because i find it intolerable, i walked out. Not knowing where or what to go to, the destination in mind was just to-find-peace.

I finally found it at a parkbench where there was almost nobody. Under the dim lights reflected from the hdb flats' corridors, i sat crosslegged, with my mag in tow, closed.

I whipped out my phone, willing negativity away, but to no avail. I tried feigning ignorance, it didnt work. After what seemed like a million other alternatives, i finally looked back, not knowing what exactly was i hoping to find.

Wrong move, kat.

Cos now i know with all my heart, that work superceded me. F you.