Farewell My Singapore Instant

And me? I am leaving a piece of my soul in the red soil of this little red dot.

My Singapore. My temporary, permanent home. farewell my singapore

As the plane lifts off, I press my forehead against the cold window. The city lights blur into a constellation—a string of gold and diamond against the black sea. You look so small from up here. So impossibly small. And yet, you contain worlds. And me