Szeto Keung is an artist; C.T. is a lovely miss. The former had departed from this world permanently whereas the latter left my world for good. We have been worlds apart for two years now, and time passes like a flicking of the fingers. Remembrance was not dissimilar to an encounter, be it a meeting of minds or heartfelt communion.
It felt as if they always showed up with gifts but constantly forgot to cut off the emotional strings tied on the price tag. While I was having difficulty acknowledging their presents and presence, they disappeared in quietude. Open my notepad and register each serendipitous and epiphanic entry in mind, I couldn't tell whether they were gifts or debts from the strokes of my handwriting.
The legacies they left behind are held here in trust contingently and expediently, waiting to be reclaimed while simultaneously waiting for exchanges.