I have two more months to settle my examination anxieties.
And in the midst of my studying, you tell me this.




We share.
& in the end we realise that there're things we just can't change.
Like the course of the earth and the roads of the future.
I know helplessness,
and maybe dejection.




The hottest day of summer, so far is drawing to a close and drowsy silence lay over the large bungalows of ocean avenue. The lawn that was once emerald green lay parched and yellowing. The only person wondering outside was he, hiding in the hydrated bush. No. And him. In the tree house, spinning empty bottles. Oh, his name does not start with an S. Because he's not an S. Those beautiful pair of eyes. Gorgeous. Binoculars on my hands, peeping at him. I'm no pervert, though.
'Call it a day, little detective.' He said, coming down the ladders. I chuckled. I entered into his car's cracked leather seat. There's a hint of gasoline.
'Let's feel the danger!' He said as he drifted onto the road.
Then, 'BANG!'. We both died in the summer heat.