Thursday, July 9, 2009


2 in the morning.

And we wake up seeing myself walking the entire stretch of Global City, with a stranger I just met. The clouds heaved with rain drops, but the firm grip of his hand on mine makes me feel sheltered. The taste of his nicotine-flavored kiss inside the bathroom of Serendra lingered on my mouth. It is a dream I know, a delusion, not of the ordinary.

And I invoke the name of the Great Maker that hopefully;


This is it.

May this unexpected newcomer end the age of the Black Sun and bring healing to our brokenness once and for all.