By the banks of the Longkang I sat down and wept.

By the banks of the Longkang I sat down and wept. I was 11, she was 9 and she was all that i had. I had never appreciated her this much, until she left.



By the banks of the Longkang I sat down and wept. The summer heat parched my throat and my dried tears tasted salty. I wanted to drink from the longkang, but the floating carcases and faeces changed my mind. Somewhere, this longkang joins another , joins another and meanders all the way to the mouth of the Singapore river, merging with the straits of malaysia and hopefully that's where all the shit will end up.



By the banks of the Longkang I sat down and slept. I was shacked. May my tears run so far, that one day I might forget that I sit slack at the Longkang, thinking of her.



By the banks of the Longkang I sat down and slacked. I shall forget the roads, the fields, the time we had, and thats because I have a memory problem,but still...



By the banks of the Longkang I grew tired of writing this sappy story. I stopped and threw it into the Longkang, not before seeing it engulfed in flames.



I stood up, walked solemnly down the Longkang and that was when, I saw, what I pined to see moments before, engulfed in suspicious murky looking greenish brown waters. I shouted, though unsure whether it was in exhilaration or disgust. My soccer ball, named Piedra was abandoned by me that day.





Danno Manno Thinno Thano.