konichiwa ninja.

"hi, i'm Marcus. and i would like a girlfriend from God."
hurhurhur.



listen, the song of night:
rushing tyres across the tarmac,
the distant sound of music blasting out from speakers,
the soft hum of air conditioners fanning out the heat,
crickets whistling,
laughter,
orders being shouted across from one end to the other,
the soft whispers of goodnights,
sighs of sweet nostalgia,
constant beeping of handphones; messages from home sweet home,
the rattle of metal bins,
a joke,
a call,
a shout,

and hidden songs of Hope.