Wanders

Sometimes we forget the beauty of being lost and out of place.

I took a stroll in Melaka town. Started half an hour after midnight and I ended up back where I started around 7am. I had great company.

It was.. calming. I mean, I've been through the streets of Jonker too many times to count, but seeing it at 2am is just something different. All of it were the same, but too different to say so. Your senses are hightened, seeing things you normally wouldn't see.

The darkness was darker, the lights seem to have more and more shades.

The was a man sleeping on the side of the street, an angry person shouting in McDonalds and challenging one of the workers to a fight because he could not get what he ordered, police patrol cars were seen every 5 minutes around the area, and I could hear the delicate calls of the birds. Not all were inviting, but that's just life.

I saw street signs and writing on the walls that I could just stop and grasp for a little while longer, traces of litterbugs, how the water level was considerably lower in the river, and just the overall energy of the town. How slowly it breathed.

I found myself wanting to get lost even more, exploring everywhere familiar. Even myself.

Ah, bliss. Thank you for holding my hand. May we get lost again.