JYSim for jobless-yokel Sim

Traffic lights shudder,
trees bend, razor-leaves zoomed past.
"This is the end of the world if there’s one"
I thought.
Lights flicker, and my monitor
went off. Beyond the window,
a grayish blur.
Bushes, trash, rain, leaves,
a killing velocity; frighteningly
melancholic.
The air thunders with anger;
The city shuts down, abiding
the forces of nature.
Huddling, we watched Spielberg.
Peter laughs at me
because I cried
when Celie and Nettie meets;
after 40 years of exile.
"Only death will part me from her!"
Strings. Let It Be. Beatles.
The murderous leaves found its way indoors.
The floor was littered with dust
and sad displaced victims of the typhoon.
Water droplets flew by horizontally.

8.58am - calm skies dotted
with gray clouds
tender but sad
tired and unmotivated.
Lust. (Love). Caution.
Unforgettable images; love
comes with insecurity.
Insecure.
no more.
Because I found
friendship.
Undisturbed.

Holidays. Weekends. Typhoon(s).
"Your medical school seems relaxed"
Soon Khen says.
Not anymore.
Caring those who doesn’t bother;
Bothering those who doesn’t care.
Mentally tired.
I wear no mask.
This is the genuine me.
Anger no more.
Tired, as the skies are.

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