A rather dull Cityscape of Malaysia from a window off of the seventh floor in an office building.
Although I’m 7 storeys high I can’t really feel the distance of solid ground below me.
Everything really just doesn’t seem small until I notice the highway and the cars.
I still think I’d survive a fall from up this high, given I work the physics behind it.
And given, survive means not without fatal injuries.
I spent 10 wholesome days in the land so affectionately called ‘1Malaysia’.
This is the last day I spend here.
I’ve missed many people, out of all, my little brother.
It’s been a while since I last talked to him so I worry if he is alright.
I hear my uncle’s busy employees work behind me.
And all I feel is damp air in front of me.
Travelling with Papa is one of my most fondest wishes and so I did.
But then again, travelling in of itself is one of my fondest wishes.
And so I did.
I still wonder, so far from home,
Is it okay to fall?