Neither he nor his comrades spoke at the table. The steam from their cups curled into the cold morning air, absent of shape or certainty. Their eyes void of the usual glint of vigor, their roars reduced to silenced echoes, their heart chained by anxiety. As his lips felt the first singe of the tea he brewed, he dragged what was left of his half-hearted resolute to face a day that has yet to unfold its story onto him.
…and so is the prelude for one who has had late nights and early mornings. Selamat pagi Brisbane.
4 comments:
wah wah back at ya
You must be really bored back there...
ada bekas kiss dekat cawan...isk amir, cawan pun nak cium ka?
Bukan aku sorang je yg duduk kt umah ni. Ada lg 3 calon.
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