Its just a museum. But still. I love places like that. Immerse yourself in culture. I barely comprehend the mere understanding of the Peranakan Culture. But the Museum provides me with an insight to what is. I still hardly understand. And thats the magic of it. Drawing me back, to learn more, to find out more. Curiousity.
Solitary, soul
Living outside the rhythm of love
Without desire on finds peace in
Nightfall and disconnectedness-
Detachment.
An inward sustenance, an emotional appeasement,
No one can break me but me-
Waste not want not
Always apart
In a soul sommunion with oneself
In pockets outside of time.
The Proletariat Poetry Factory was there, offering a free poetry composition for a word.
Solitary, soul
Living outside the rhythm of love
and Life.
Without desire on finds peace in
Nightfall and disconnectedness-
Detachment.
An inward sustenance, an emotional appeasement,
No one can break me but me-
Waste not want not
Always apart
In a soul sommunion with oneself
In pockets outside of time.
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