Wonder why black or white isn’t the only option?
Why gray became a choice?
Why sitting on the fence became acceptable
When the fence was meant to divide, not cradle?

Time, man’s greatest ally,
And perhaps his worst enemy.
I suppose it depends which side of the fence you’re on.

Time blurs things,
Until you question if they ever were.
It creates illusions so vivid,
You think they’ve always existed.
It heals old wounds
Or tears open new ones.
It births both the best memories
And the worst.
Do any come to mind?

what’s lonelier than an empty platform,
a solitary guard, the blue screens announcing time,
in a place where nothing is no longer linear,
standing there sending pictures of trains to an old love,
counting steps, wondering how the journey
of life has led you here,
wishing for the smell of frangipanis,
old love’s strange smell of acetone and perfume,
a lunar new year, only lonelier.