AROUND

You are around. Perhaps the time would be now, if it were. I could try to tell you something truthful, but in truth, I know little of the ominous tidings that drew me to her shores.

Like a happy seagull, I soared, glancing down at the fish that were her essence.

Essence! Like beautiful tides!

But where would I go for such vanities, perchance? Maybe here, maybe there.

I wandered the earth in search of this. But it was not to be found.

Where would I go? What would I do? Kuala Lumpur is really a beautiful country. It's like a tide, a tide of rabies. But when the sun sets on the final day, I can only wonder—where did the time go?

I really know little or nothing when it comes to your breath, oh my beautiful Janet. Janet, with your locks that are somewhat interesting in the sheer decadence of your shampoo.

When I discovered a tribe of settlers, they spoke to me of you.

Oh Janet, just give me a chance.

When you are around.