"She laid content in his arms.

She was drained from the day, another endless drone of things that won't matter a year from now. She was drained from the night before, another night wasted on a dead and gone dream. She was drained from how life seems to always demand her to tap into every reservoir of energy she has, how it draws her into an endless cycle of vicious messes. She was drained, of all, by her confusion.

But it was days like these where the world doesn't matter, where the universe goes into black and white and all that is acutely present and wildly colored is the bed-sheets of his abode and the colors of their hair.

Still, in a sleep-desperate state, she smiled giddily at her lover and poked him lightly in his chest. They were talking about everything and nothing, they composed songs that made no sense, they played and tickled and fought. How absolutely darling, a little voice in her head cooed.

Time has strange powers. It creeps up on you slowly before pouncing onto you, reminding you that what was the sweetest window of time of your life is now His to claim and His to dissolve slowly with hazy memory. It greets like a devil and parts like a gentleman, your time stolen and now safely in his bowler hat.

Somewhere, maybe in Rotterdam, Time is slow and has not yet claimed his dues from the fined. How desperately she wished they could be there right now, reliving and relishing all these stolen moments again and again, denying and defying Time in his face, pissing over what abilities he thought he had.

But this was here and this is now, and others were calling -- it was time to go."

Would you read the rest of this?!

I'm so desperately in love with writing nonsense lately. Most of the nonsense in question are the ramblings of this blog la, and occasionally badly-thought-up bullshit I say to hazel to annoy her before realizing some truth in it and having an epiphany that I'm a genius hahaha.

I truly cannot recall where I went today, but it's probably some food place with Jon (I tried my first ever cai tao kuay and it's not bad) and then to Hazel after because somehow I have a palm gardens check-in. God please have mercy on my memory.