Monday, 23 April 2012
Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy
Everyday, I add pieces
To the baggage that weighs me down.
Unlike others
Who treasure memories
And collect mementos
I hoard regrets and mistakes.
Every night, I polish the pieces
In my mind
Thinking how great it would be
If I were blessed with the superpower
Of hindsight.
Then perhaps, I would not have
So many trophies
And so I wonder
As my heart fills up with sorrows
How long before I fill it to the brim?
How much must my heart enlarge
To keep everything in?
wish that I was never brought into this place
signing off @ 22:56
Monday, 16 April 2012
The cool wind on my face
I went out today in just my T-shirt and jeans
Feeling the wind cooling my front
While the sun heated up my back
When I closed my eyes
It reminded me of Perth
Of walking aimlessly down the quite empty road
Grabbing a kebab for lunch
Walking down towards the grassy field
Looking at the river and beyond
Turning back and trying to spot your apartment
Then I opened my eyes
And saw the dirty streets of Beijing
Of cars haphazardly parked on both sides of the street
Grabbing an iced coffee for the afternoon lesson
Walking down the road cluttered with people, hawkers, uneven tiles
Looking at the hospital
Trying to spot my classroom...
wish that I was never brought into this place
signing off @ 20:11
