Running at 4am

the water along side was not as still. wavy, unsettled. reflections of lights blurred, into rows of inverted rays. the Singapore flyer was almost impossible to recognise from the water surface. I did not take the usual route. I did not go under the bridge after crossing it. I needed some chaos in the routine. an urge to derail. i went straight. no turning back, no going under. only straight. straight on. I wanted so much to shrug off the present, only to find the pavement around the field leading to Raffles Place.

3 quarter pass 4 in the morning. construction workers taking naps besides building pillars. streets was empty, filled with only gentle breeze and occasional traces of exhaust gas. I was alone. I ran. My mind was blank. peaceful.

Eventually my body disagreed with me, and I slowed down, and I was sucked back from infinite time & space, back to reality, where gravity dictates.

Half pass 5. The road was still empty. Asian girls dressed in short skirts and tight low cut tops by the curbside waiting impatiently for a cab. Indian setting up the newspaper stand. The honest bread boy counting stacks of daily supply in the van parked infront of 7-11. Lower end of the far sky was painted with mild mild tangerine.

New day's dawn.