A Lump

The wind was strong today. For the first time I felt I was almost blown away by the invisible force, tugging me and adamant to bring me to nowhere. Dining time has thinned once and once again and recently it has hit the all-time nadir of merely five minutes. The meal was nice, but could not be swallowed in that carefree way as usual. I felt a lump in my throat, blocking all my senses and feelings, just holding me down and down to the place unknown.

Was it pressure? Was it due to Mr Tan's important words on "21st May"? Was it due to Ms Ng's electrifying countdown to 35 teaching days? Or was it due to Principal's "work-hard" message? We can live our lives peacefully day in day out but at the end of each day we still have reasons to feel empty. We seem to be working all the time but when reality strikes we still can be as vulnerable as a stray. We are able to dream about the future but still feel the "realisation" so faraway, so vague, so intangible.

"Every household has its own business to worry." What are in my house? Can I sort it out?

Maybe the process of inspiration is also the process to feel the weight upon your shoulder, to feel the burden pulling you down, and to feel the lump in your throat. Six months of way to go. The time is always running so rationally that our irrational mind can never get the hang of it. You can see the door. You stretch out your arm. You take out the key. But you do not know whether the key fits in or not.

The bends will become straight by the time you set you hands on it. This time, if they do not turn straight, I will hammer it flat.

Hi! Babe, I'm on The Way~See you there, too.