Aug 13, 2007 23:23
The stages of life are delightfully exhibited in its textures and colours on a weekday night.
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Mother and son stand with heads bowed
Pining for someone gone amidst the joss paper ash
3 men sit at the curb aimlessly
Smoking and watching the world go by
A group of foreign waitresses amble home
Clad in their trademark white and black
A girl runs past me with a glance
Doing neverending squats the whole way through
The incessant banter of Filipino maids
Invigorate my dulled senses.
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Running past people can be cathartic, when one is in need of some purgery. One of the many reasons why a 45 minute late night jog is good medicine.
musings,
life