Gone.

He's Gone.

Big Koo has left us -

To be with God.

Ee doesn't know it yet. She's in the very same hospital which Koo took his final breath. Having undergone two bypasses in the past, she was warded for a close shave with heart failure last week and has been there ever since.

"Did you buy lunch/dinner for Fat (an affectionate nickname without malice)?"

Ee's primary concern is Koo, for the siblings have lived under one roof all their lives - 77 to be exact, with Ee trailing at 76.

Tomorrow, Elder D. Koh will accompany us to break the news to her.

Dear God, I pray for Ee's heart to be strong.

Don't let it be a double whammy.

If this is my fault because of ____, don't punish my family because of my rash sin.

I should not have allowed the spark to be ignited again.

It is my sin to bear, not theirs.

Spare them, God.

Please.

Two.

Dear God,

Keep Big-Ee & Big-Koo going.

Keep them alive.

No amount of inheritance is worth their lives.

Watch over them.

Bless them.

Let them continue breathing the air that we take for granted.

As they lie in their hospital beds, cradle them, Lord.

As fragile as they are, let them grip onto Life.

It's a miracle that both have survived till this day.

Dear God, don't take them away from me.

Please.

In Jesus' Name,

Amen.

A Can Of Worms.

=)

Opened. Savoured. Relished.

I'm Here.
Now You know.

I Eat...

... To be Happy, if only for a while.
... To fill the void within.
... To forget.

Some turn to alcohol.
Others turn to drugs.
Some inflict self-injury.

Me? I indulge.

The more I eat, the thinner I get.
Why?
Barring physical afflictions, It has been gnawing away.

It has been eating me alive.

Ah, Life's lil ironies.

Sleeping Seal.

There are days.

And then, there are nights.

While I lull in this dull throb, Life plods along.

Standing still gets one nowhere,

For that is long gone.

I rise to my feet, albeit reluctantly and move on.

Occasionally, I turn back and throw a cursory glance, hoping to catch the familiar glimpse in the distance but a mass of darkness greets me instead.

Last night, these digits that transcribe my thoughts found their way into concocting, "Meet me tonight?" before negating that with a stark space.

There's unfinished business and the abrupt finality picks at the scabs.

I don't know if I'll ever pull through This.

I don't.

A Long Shot.

Release me,
Yesterday.

On The Mend. Round The Bend.

Imbued impressions of those she's not,
A wisp straggled that Time forgot.

Of laughs and tears the days have forged.
Entrenched within are those she'd dodged.

Six years and counting, who knows when?
Fractured, her masque shall hold till then.