Day of Respect.

I went to pay my last respects to a humble man. There was never any power nor glory. There was never any wrestle for control. He was free, and for having that, he could love freely. There were no terms. There were no walls. That kind of love, where one could feel its overwhelming rush of being, its purity unrefined.

I was on a train. In this train there was a man with a snake for an arm and a flower on his head. The man was asleep but the snake kept me awake. I was reading about a life of a man who owns a house and how he come to own it. A beautiful flower sat across me. There were many flowers but none were white. I came to the building were the the humble man was placed. Outside was a snake. It slithered slowly under the wilting heat. I wondered how some snakes cope in such conditions. Flowers fell from the trees but none were white. The snake was white, but could it ever love the man that gave and never took? A bus took us to the white building. I signed "Dreamer" on the book. I could only dream of loving. I went in and wondered if he could give me the gift, but it was gone. I bowed to him, went to the side and closed my eyes. I opened them and went back to the cell which I came.

Next stop: Tanjong Gul.