How?

I used to remember a time where my vision was clear. Everything that I needed was within my grasp. A short distance walk. A bike ride out of town.
But it seems there is always room for change.




You think that you can pull all your seperate pieces of life together, and hope that it magically pans out the way that you planned. I stare at blankly tv screens, infiltrated by scenes of disaster, as if in my heart these images are invading my memory, misplacing fondness for tension. You reach out for bonds of family, and then realise. They're scattered.

Come back, ya?
Selamat malam.