Land of the Merlion

I hate it when long silences like this creep up here. It's been too long and I no longer recognise this space. Anyway.

The best part of the last four days was the clarity in which I saw my own heart. And I think I've fallen in love. It may merely be with an idea, it may just be a form of escapism, but it's there. Unexpectedly.

A few cherished ideals I have long stood by have crumbled away. Ties that I thought will always be binding and indestructible have been falling off almost unnoticed. There are very few threads left holding on and, like a reptile shedding its too-tight skin, I want to slide to another place and let the wind blow the wispy form left behind away.