poem: the new black
written: 9:07 p.m. on Sunday, May. 15, 2005

khaki is the new black.

that is only so when you stop wearing it
when you take it off
when you never put it on again.

the pleats are rather fashionable, aren�t they?
even the dull greyness of the walls seem warm and friendly now.

but you hated them when you were surrounded by them;
you felt like you were suffocating; smothered; drowning
in grey and soot and a severe lack of light
and how �pseudo-fashionable� those silly pleats were!
not to mention � how hilariously ironic was the fact that
Deltas wore khaki in Huxley�s Brave New World!

you regret it now, don�t you?
isn�t this just nice then! you only appreciate what you�ve always had
until you�ve lost it
forever.

cutting economics lectures
writing your own obituaries in maths classes
not studying with your friends at the study benches
complaining querulously about canteen food
taking ten-minute toilet breaks during gp
falling deeply in love with Literature�

the lump in your throat reveals so much
it reveals your heart for what it truly is:
it�s not as black as you�d imagined.

it�s only torn out of your ribcage
and left for the flies to devour

because that�s the price of letting go
without ever holding on tight.

12.53 a.m.
April 6, 2005.

For the times spent at Jurong Junior College that went by unappreciated.

before sunrise // before sunset

Previously:
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I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010
What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010