Ascending steps, bag strap across your forehead. Sherpa-like uniformed child late evening.
Heading out and hoping against the rain. Totally unpredictable, getting stares for my oddity. Two wheels, easy through the wet market. Skyways and trains to the island.
I need to avoid you, spend some time apart. Too much drama, when did it all gets so toxic? I don’t even see you so that should be easy. Things are too tight, overlapping, inter-related. If you want to go on holiday with her, that’s alright, but I’ll do whatever I like. You have no right to tell me who and what I can befriend.
Didn’t deny anything, but dismissed the ridiculous, timelines. Avoided topics and apologised somewhat without restraint.
You guys can do what you want now, I care not. In my mind continuously. Accepting the chaos.