Travelling

We travel
A minute like a year
When we watch Sherlock
On your trusty laptop
With sucky audio gear.

We travel
A night through a conversation
With your melodious
yet hysterical voice I hear
With sucky internet connection.

We travel
Our Journey to the West
And back to east
On sucky MRT transport
And a license for
An embarassing
Three minute parking.

We travel
A trip round the Sun
Dying of boredom
And I can’t believe
We did that for ten years.

We are traveling
Through time together;
Through the corners of our minds;
(Through our narcissistic intellect)
Through our stories
And the facinating blue seas
Sparkling with pearls
Of the oyster
Hidden in seaweeds.

I would travel with you
Even to the
Fear-crippling horror films
Filled with your
Fear-inducing laughter.