sitting on the merry-go-round and doing a pan-kiss every time i see momo.

chuckling at the little actions that momo does.
.. the simple pleasures.


bent on finding the 6km mark during my run this afternoon, i went further than usual only to find that it was less than 10 metres from where i stopped the previous time.
the end was so near but it seemed so far back then.
had i not continued running, i would never know how close i was to the end that i was looking for.

am i next to the exit?
or am i walking around in circles, groping in the dark?
numbed, i ran on another 1 km to mission bay.
how far can i push myself?
what is all these imprisonment about?
one fine morning, i will to wake up to find all shackles gone.
released.
when will that be?