Sidney & Sally

“Is it selfish? To want to die before anyone else does?
To want to just end everything now before anyone else could?
You see, I often feel like it’s easier if everyone just die already.
Think about it, there won’t be any problems. No conflicts, no clashes, no nothing.
It’s easier when everyone just… disappear”

“But it’s not possible though, is it, Sal?”

“Well, there’s seven billion people in this world, so, no, it’s not technically possible to kill everyone off.
But think about this. It’s easier to mourn the loss of someone and memorize them for the good times and good characters the possessed when they were alive, rather than, you know, solving conflicts and having to deal with people.
So if we can’t get rid of seven billion people, then maybe, we can get rid of one instead. Ourselves.”

“Wow. Haha. You know what, I think they should hear these kinds of thoughts of yours and I think they might just reconsider on calling me the sick one”

“Whatever, Sid, at least they don’t see me running around with polaroid cameras all the time, chasing moments that would already be gone by the time your pictures dry”

“Hey, sex, drugs and polaroids, Sally. You know me.”

“It’s kind of mind-fucking to actually think that we are best friends. People think that a boy and a girl can never be friends, until they see us. If only they knew that we came from entirely different time and space continuums”

“Actually, we ain’t that different, you and me. I’m sick and I let everyone see it. You, my friend, are also sick, but the difference is that you don’t let ever let it out.”

“Huh, I guess you’re not entirely off, but, whatever, at least I’m not the one who have developed a reckless sex behaviour and addicted to drugs. So that’s a win in my book”

“Well, drugs and sex. That’s a win in mine”

written on May 28, 2018.


Fitting The Past Into The Present

There was barely any light coming in from the window.
Its way have been blocked by the dark mahogany coloured blinds,
it was 5 am and it was raining.

As she rolled the blinds open,
she was reminded of the daily visual she would see almost every morning.

“It must have been three years ago now.
Crazy how much could change in three years”

Fully up on her feet, she showered,
jump out in a heart beat and put on the lightest coat of skin tint,
a layer of liquid cheek colour,
a wisp of lip creme,
and brushed mascara through her eyelashes and brows.

Next comes the pair of slouchy jeans she hasn’t put on in a while,
then the white t-shirt
and the oversized bomber jacket.

After making sure she locked all her doors three times,
she got into the driver’s seat on the 5 seater SUV.

The time was now 6 am as she drove away
from her comfortable house.
Lonely, but comfortable.

The stereo was now on,
on a low enough volume that doesn’t shut out the sound
of passing cars and motorcycles.

She headed for the park,
a green sanctuary in the heart of a bustling city.

She was hungry now,
but she opted for coffee.



written on May 28, 2018.