Mmmmm....

Flipping through old pictures.
You got to admit it, we do look better
compared to you and him.

I dunno, either I'm starting to really wake up.
Or I just see you differently now.

For you, you are probably still you.
For me, the you I knew died.
For you, probably I'm already dead too.

Or maybe, there wasn't even a You ever before.
All was just part of a game and scheme?

Bah, yr just too young to even realized all this.
Why even bother?

Clouds are clearing.

Good weather today.

Hope tomorrow will be the same.

God doesn't want me to stop drawing.
I left my inks and brushes back in KL,
not expecting to do art any time soon.
Now I'm asked to work on storyboards,
and wishing I've took my tools with me.

You used to love my art. Looking at
drawings I did of us, I'm thinking;
what went wrong? After awhile, I just
got tired of asking and looking at them,
I decided to just leave them behind.

In an awkwardness, that makes me feel
reluctant to pick up my brush again.
I recall the feelings and hopes I had
of all the paintings and drawings I made of us.

I feel stupid. Fooled.

I feel sick working on another drawing.

Wish I can warned him about you.
How you repeat yr strategy.
And how lightly you treat love and relationships.
And sex.

-chinyew