three drops of water

One for you, one for you. One for me.

I had always wanted to write good books, pen good tales. Now I think I can do nothing. I want to write my feelings down for the world to see just that everyone else is doing the same so there is nothing in it nothing special to be doing it anymore.

Ditto for every single thing I’m doing every single thing I will do.

I want to blog this down right now and I cannot go online. It is akin to screaming at a wall the sounds just sort of bounce off back into your ears. After awhile the volume and pitch and claustrophobia overtake anything else and then you just give up and stand there, panting. Tears and perspiration drip down together as one inseparable like lovers.

Clinging for dear life the red ant was to the cliff of the curb. I was Primary One waiting for the school bus with my maid then, Julia-jiejie we called her. It looked like it was going to fall off so I put my finger there for it to climb up. I intended to drop it off at the top of the curb where it seemed like it wanted to go.

The red ant bit me and I swung my hand around turning like crazy and the ant refused to let go. And I screamed it was the first time I was bitten by an ant, and that because I wanted to help it. Such a laughable matyr at seven.

Now, I am merely laughable.