I saw one of P. Ramlee’s pictures last night. One of my favorites, Masam Masam Manis. I was particularly in awe of his meet cute with the leading actress, Sharifah Hanim. Effortless and straightforward albeit being limited by the accessibility of the amenities that are widely and conveniently found in today’s world. People were far less complicated in the olden days. Blunt and transparent with their intentions. And life was so much simpler then in spite of the war and limitations in life. I wish I existed in a time where people were actually speaking when they were talking, listening when they were hearing, loving when they were feeling.
Oh you malignant being.
How did you manage to suck the life outta me in record time?
Leaving me feeling barren.
I translate my pain in writing
hoping that you’d bleed by reading.
For empathy is imperatival and apathy,
It’s a rainy Wednesday and Arcade Fire’s Song on the Beach is playing.
I wonder how you’re doing?
Hope all is well with you.
I lay awake all night trying hard
to convince my hypothalamus
to go to bed only to find you
vagabonding around my amygdala.
Will I perish from this undiagnosed insomnia?
I hope to experience a love as ethereal as the vast sky at ten-to-seven with pink hues.