[ held too close for eyes to see. your fantasy, turn to misery ]

In twelve seconds time,
I drop the photograph to the sand at my feet, walking away.
It�s already lying there, twelve seconds into the future.
Ten seconds now.

sleepover tomorrow!
impossible to wait.

A game I have no idea how to play, nor continue.
Much less try to understand its nuances.
Does it even exist?
Or has it been in place from the start?
The meaning of winning is not easily comprehended.
What�s not complicated?
Alas, all the different types of ships.

REPLIES!!!

bfb: wow u're e 1st! call lah call lah. i dare u!
zafirah: stop denying! i gt witnesses ok! wait 4 my lawyer 2 call u!
ak: i think it was supposed 2 be an orb but changed color when i photoshopped e pic 2 make it redder cuz it was too orangy!
lynne: ok spread more! i'll wait!
kel: but i'll go crazy if i own a cam! my brain'll juz explode at e prospects!
sj: look at lynne's tag! i agree! more originality lah! haha!
louis: do i always ask u qns??!