time passes by so quickly without you. it’s perhaps because i close my senses to the world whenever you’re not here. the street words buzzling with lights and paranoia blur together into a porridge of truth: i am scared and i am bold both without you. do i not miss you? sometimes i wonder. sometimes i wonder if the pace of time i’m running past is a silent but obvious clue to my forgetting you. but i should know better than time’s inartifice journey. i don’t miss you, i am missing you in my heart. you, an inexplicable, untameable mass of nothingness in between the chambers of my heart that cannot be seen, but can be felt. i can feel you when you’re not there. sometimes i think it’s a delusion keeping me going. it’s probably because i never learnt to trust myself without you. but i know now. it is fairly certain, if i don’t miss you, it’s mostly because i’ve been missing my senses since the morning you were gone.

- attending an empty gallery, october 27 2009.