You want the photos but not the smell
of petrichor and saccharine garbage water
permeating the humid city of Kuala Lumpur,
You want KLCC but not the streets of Chow Kit
Dimly lit in nightfall with leathery-skinned uncles on basikal buruks
Pedalling hefty folded cardboard boxes bound by fraying tali rafias.
Not the pitter patter of footsteps crossing from one road to another,
tiny children laughing on their makeshift playground.
You want the #nofilter on your face –
strike a pose between undulating hills, exuding the all too common image of ‘wanderlust’
but not the back alleys scattered with cockroaches and
pudgy rats satiated by the abundance of waste to devour
where the mamak stalls set base
but that’s where the good nasi lemak is.
You want the glitter that comes with living but not the dust
that trails after.
You want the easy
– but who doesn’t?
A two-minute, half-baked ramble about things I’ve noticed recently with people – myself included. We all need a good slap of reality – because asking why can’t everything be easy is like screaming into the void and waiting for your echo to bounce back.