A Little Earthquake
All because of a book that I read.
And the ridicule of it is how this has actually got me
stuck in that emotion like a quicksand,
engulfed by plot and the state of mind.
That brought me back the time when I was in my early teen.
It reminded me of the things I'd missed:
The Junior College that I never attend,
the lips that I never kissed,
the love I never had,
and the youth that I wasn't sensible enough
to enjoy and appreciate.
I was at a cafe last friday, watching a standup performance by our very own local drag queen.
It was the second part of the program after the birthday dinner
and I expected it to be the last program,
as it was almost 2 in the morning by the time the show had ended.
And gravity was working hard on my eyes.
Then the birthday boy suggested to continue the night at a club near the river.
I excused myself for the night, feeling apologetic but was at the same time,
feeling relieved that my exhaustion would finally come to a rest.
Predictably, the boy threw his birthday fits on me but i was too weary to rebut.
When a man has decided to leave, there is nothing you can do to stop him.
In the cab, as the scene flew by like strips of films from an old camera,
thoughts flew in my mind. And as I turned to look at the laptop by my side,
I succumbed to the realisation that I am already an adult.
No more spring chicken.
I always quote to my friend.
And many people who are older than me
would have cursed me,
saying
"You know nothing yet!!"
But right now,
at this moment with the finished book by my side,
my heart is having a little earthquake.
