under my flat, in the film of blue, under the sleepy night sky, I walk, for a purpose. With a book in my hand. I had a plan.
maybe that was the problem.

children playing with sticks and stones.
they live in the third story,
their family I hardly know,
but a new story I know would unfold.

an extended loop of walking, she walked a whole way round and back.
he and she, they walked hand in hand in one straight line, their worries, not much on their children, their gaze and eyes were on each other.

people playing pokemon go, their eyes fixed on the screen.
When all I think they are talking about is the surface of the storms and Oceans in their hearts. Where in hearts, gardens of flowers and thorns, and with skies of empty space, and storms uncalmed.

looking for an aunty I knew.
her eyes embraced with the saggy skin of old age, missing where her flesh used to sit.
she has a smile so innocent and child-like.
she forgets what she says to me, but she remembers me. How interesting.

This is where I go sometimes when my heart is burdened with burdens and anguish from the Lord. Or where I had plans, or when I really just had to buy a pen...

a place i hoped would be filled with love and peace.
a place i hope would turn to the Lord.


Bukit Panjang Jelapang Road.