stream of consciousness

My sleep as of late has been plagued with an incoherent mix of dreams and nightmare.
random fragments.


a house in hk and I made a joke to which you told me to shut up our parents seem to be getting friendly and we are getting close would we still the same if we remember what we used to be next scene i am back in singapore she is gone and i am left to wander now i wander into a room and find you there bored we sat beside one another bored beyond our wits hoping for the dull afternoon to roll by but it doesn't so you ask of a kiss for fun to which i first refused but agreed to a kiss of fun and casual guilt but it doesnt last for we both do not find it fun so we move on to a dark gallery it showcases like museum somewhere in school i walk by and observe everything in placed behind a glass like contained animal exhibits i think they were displaying different ecologies i saw through the looking glass and saw the world the whole of ntu and the undulating land on which our school is built the glaring sun clawing into my eyes so this is the world i thought to myself the main exhibit only needs a glass for us to view for the world cannot be contained but we can


I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating on the dry cabinet. My fellow sports sec gave me a missed call. I overslept again. I brushed my teeth with the first and last images lingereing in my head. i keep telling myself that I am ready to move on, but am I? without having time to answer that, I picked up my stuff and ran off to the SRC.