// Enigma//

In the end, I always seem to find myself running back to you, like a small kid flying his kite against the silhouette of the fleeting sunset.

And as the light of a thousand suns expire, I promise to keep running.

Because just this once, I want to be brave.

It’s not existent/ but we just keep believing

// 11//

That’s the number of days i have left as a civilian (with hair) It sounds pretty darn sad if you were to ask me, but the past few months have certainly been fruitful, albeit tiring all the same.

I’m really thankful for my current co-workers. They kinda make everything, i don’t know, bearable i guess. It’s as if we’re like one small, closely-knitted family, where chilling around and jokes constantly revolve around us all. The pretend knife-fighting ninja games we play in the kitchen, inside jokes of who stole all the coral lettuce, the lame shit tam, sean and I do just to decide who cleans the grill/ throw the rubbish and of course, getting mistaken for the boss’ father’s son. I appreciate all of these. Because i know random moments like these, where you can just be your carefree self, void of all worries, would probably never happen again.

And then it suddenly dawned on me.

That once you get used to a person’s company, the fear of losing that person becomes ever so tangible. It’s just such a selfish thought implanted unceremoniously into the mind.

But it’s the only way you’ll always be a part of that particular person’s life.

So, who’s gonna watch you die?

// Scrabble//

He’s not sure how things are going to unravel.

But i know he certainly hopes that when the time comes, he’ll muster that pint of courage within himself.

To pull of that one confession to the girl of his dreams.

Because you’re so worth it.