II.Quarantine Blues Jasmin Sin
ah, lovesick loneliness dearest sandman, when will time come? “soon.” sheathed screams finally, fortunately, frivolously, i can hear the tik of his fingertips — the tok of his palms gaze at his face; his twisted frown and i can relish my glimpse of a troubled time he looked as though he himself had been rushed in, “why so blue?” time glanced back at me with wearied eyes and hefty sighs, “the time’s wrong.” ah, dearest time, why won’t you pass faster? sour singularity: tears of loved ones and memories of social cues reveal, revel, rekindle, thoughts of past lies and searches for cries, if i could i’d like to give up on all the why’s... but, i suppose, the hermit has their own reasons to eye. ah, sweet silence of solitude “shall i count the ways i longed for thee?” it seems that for however long you have been a friend so why have you stabbed me? 15
