Marooned.

Maybe it takes some distance to realise.
Maybe it takes some time.

Maybe it takes some self-questioning.
Maybe it takes some solitude.

Maybe it takes some moments reminisced.
Maybe it takes some missing.

Maybe it is too little, too late.

And then I secretly wish that there is no one to catch my attention.

Then it’ll be blissful times.

With best friends in far corners of the world, together with the sister who simply has to work far far away.

Although sometimes we just run out of words to say to each other, its still nice to sit around places like starbucks and while the time away. We may seem like we’re wasting time, but how many people can you sit with, say nothing for hours, and still be comfortable.

People think that I’m upset or something when I talk less or just not talk at all. But I’m actually not much of a talker unless something strikes me. Maybe I do talk a bit much when having fun with friends, but I can just as easily slip into total silence, speaking only when necessary for days. I can travel alone, so obviously I’m perfectly fine with being silent for hours on end. Its nice to look inwards once in a while, to really think about things and philosophize a little.

So many people are flying away, hopping on an airplane and leaving little ol’ Singapore. And many are going to leave soon too, or have already left.

It leaves me feeling a little empty.