matsu
Sep 4, 2018 · 3 min read

by the praya i was raining. foggy glasses. rainy eyes. like never-ending. i draped my torso across the metal barricade. looking at the undulating sea. an assortment of lights, swaying on the waters. you looked at me, and the other side of the harbour, unable to do anything.
back to the rehearsal room. we sing in unison, pausing and resuming with the waving conductor. i thought i won’t be coming again for the rehearsal this week. i don’t want to see…

