The trip to Tampin was somewhat therapeutic. Though it was brief, but my restive self ached for it. my tumultuous mind like the murmuring of insects gone wild... intangible, chaotic.my fingers were restless and heavy. I was overly self indulgent during that prolonged period of profound torpor i was in, i spiralled into a mediterranean stream and have forgotten how to swim.
I would like to think that i've gotten through that phase of mental twilight.
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