BROKEN

I didn’t know
how broken I am
‘Till you said …

“I can make it without you”.

 

P.S.
Inspired by DavyD’s poem RAW https://davydblog.com/2017/03/07/raw/

 

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(Sketch by my 15 year old daughter)

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Marche @ Vivo City

I have been to Singapore many times. I love the city. And there is one restaurant that i have loved too.

It’s Marche in Vivo City.

I love the food. And i love the way foods are being ordered  and served.

As soon as you enter, they get you seated over a table where you will be most comfortable with. Then they hand you over a card which you will use to order food from the minifood stalls inside the restaurant. The incharge then would charge the amount of the food you order and you will have to pay for it as you exit. The cashier is located at the exit area.

It is a fun restaurant because you actualy get to do some sort of food shopping.

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afternoon rain

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afternoon rain….lovingly pouring.

afternoon rain….sensationaly exciting.

afternoon rain….sincerely moving.

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afternoon rain….remembering you.

afternoon rain…seeing you.

afternoon rain…loving you.

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afternoon rain…loving you till the end.

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TOUGHER

I am torn to do what

I have to.

I am saddened by how

much that would be.

A million times, a thousand moments…

I shouldn’t stopped…

I shouldn’t cried…

In those moments of gloomy days;

in those times of darkness…

I got you hold out of me.

I wanted more, I couldn’t be sure…

I wanted far, I can’t start.

A million times had passed;

A million opportunities at stake.

I chose to be numbed.

I preferred to be quiet.

I stayed humble.

I kept still.

Until then; until then..

I could stretch my wings

and fly freely…

freely in the meadows of

my so called life.

P.S.

When its tough…and everything else is tougher…all you have is a piece of paper and a cup of coffee.