happiness is a new book in the mailbox

And this is me trapped. I still am today.

awful dreams

Last night, there were children jumping off the Singapore Flyer, a giant ferris wheel attraction built to mimick the London Eye. It was a messy sight as I watched from a car passing below the Flyer. Bits of bloody flesh splashed about in mid-air like butchered meat. There, eleven to 12 year olds waited their turn, each contemplating for roughly 3 minutes, stoic-faced, before plunging into deep red fireworks.

Later in the dream, I learnt, from a faceless friend, that those kids were leukemia patients.