She writes, and her words dance across my mind.
Shimmering text (on my screen), that
gleam magically.
A world away, an ocean apart, her small little
fonts touch my heart.
(in my cold room on this cold winter night.)
Yauming Chiam 2012.
(A female friend who was thousands of miles overseas sent me a small innocuous message. It was such a minor albeit humorous remark. But in my mind I saw her smile and it made me smile too. And it drew me out of my gloom. My room was freezing that night.)
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
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