Jalan Kembangan by Xenia Jamshed Bapasola in Singapore

Exist within it for now, without the fear of it being taken. If it slips from my fingertips, I can scour my fingerprints to find it again. If it is taken from me, I want to sit, understand and watch every minute, every moment and very breath, so I can recreate it in my dreams and fashion it from my hands, like a spider’s web upon the streetlamps. It will be mine to hold and return to. It will mine to let go of. I will not fear losing it, but instead blissfully allow it to float away like wind on a cloud, as change to seeps through the cracks of paradise.