where do answers crystallise
when questions forget where
they lie? if someone sings when
their voice breaks, when should they
choose to dull the ache? will their
silence remain heard, or each choice
wasted and submerged? does silence
fill every dead end left wasted
from a quick descent? what would fill
one last question, reeling from
torment awakened? where does one
crystallise this soft unyielding torment?
Nicholas Quek is an undergraduate from NUS with a strange love for music, poetry, and the moments between breaths.
