THE FOOT.

Helen regarded the world before her. From her perch on the roof, she gazed serenely at the whistling bombs above her waltz to the unheard song of the Sirens. Before her lay the expansive world in a small corner of the universe, the sapphire in the Queen’s Crown. Singapore, now the tomb of the lion. That was before the war, before everything.

Continue reading THE FOOT.

Concert

A build up,
tension  .

Lost,
in the

moment,

in/a/crowd.

Scream your lungs out.
Mouth the words to every song.

Electric
coursing through
your veins.
your heart,
in sync with the beat.

As you give in 
to your senses,
feel
the freedom,
the omnipotence.

And
when the rhythm



Drops

You will see.

Like lightning,
all of a sudden,
the air is charged.




-Anonymous

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