hide and seek.

oily marks appear on walls, where pleasure moments hung before this takeover, this sweeping insensitivity. 

i have not seen The Boy's face for nearly two months now. part of me wants it to remain that way and more, another part of me wants to see him more than anything else.

i'm scared of how i'd react. currently he ain't even in singapore (information from 'Irfan noorhalim) so i'm safe for now, i guess.

safe from what, you ask?