goodbye dear muse

It's weird being back in kl when noone's around, it's like resuming a life when three quarters of the parts are missing. When people lose limbs their mind still feels attached, it generates ghosts to fill the gaps. Instead of imaginary friends, my mind's created homesickness...for sun and sand that i never thought i'd pine for.

Being here is suffocating. I've never noticed it before, nor considered that a simple bus outside my door offers me so much more than I ever realised. I can shop, I can have coffee bean but really endlessness of the same shoes and moroccan mint lattes get tedious, and my patience and tolerance have matchingly dropped with rises in rudeness, ignorance and poor service.

Where are the late night mamak calls for Devi's at Hartamas? The adventures for seafood in Teluk Gong? The all night ghost drives? The girlie chats in my room? My magharibi3, SkyBambi and Sculpted Bone?

I've done what I came here to do. It's time to go.