Tuesday, April 24, 2018


The night was heavy. I dreamt of being attacked by a dog and the strangers who I seemed to know, did not help me. “The dog has tasted blood” I said…but those people, the strangers, were far away.

It was 2:00 am, it was still, quiet, dark, the night. My enemy. I should not have eaten that bowl of noodles, I thought. I was always hungry at nights but I knew it was not hunger. It was anxiety, fear, disappointment, loneliness, everything else but hunger.

The lady on the TV said her son had been as sour as vinegar until he married his "online someone". It was not really love but at least he was not alone anymore. He had her and she had him, the mother nodded wisely.

Was that what it all came down to then? Someone to dilute the vinegar?

When the alarm rang by 6:05, I knew I was done for. My eyes were red and puffy. The bathroom seemed like a hundred miles away. I dragged myself with invisible iron chains on my feet.

I was late as usual to the meeting. Someone else was late too, which made my conscience lighter.

I sat by my desk and looked at the time.

 Just seven more hours.

Thursday, April 19, 2018

And you laughed...

Oh how you laughed last night

“Why are you laughing?”

But you wouldn’t say
Were you thinking of me?

Were you thinking of us?

Were we so funny?

Two broken souls

Finding the courage to be themselves

Jumping over hurdles of fear

Only to get to the finished line

And find that the hurdles were never there anyway

Oh how you laughed last night!