1 min readSep 11, 2018
--
The sun is up.
I move my legs and
drop them to the ground.
The morning is quiet.
Rattling silence of
everything not me.
From Malaysia. A business owner. A painter and a closet poet. Hates roaches.
--
The sun is up.
I move my legs and
drop them to the ground.
The morning is quiet.
Rattling silence of
everything not me.
From Malaysia. A business owner. A painter and a closet poet. Hates roaches.
