in the country of separate nows

how a moment of good cheer
metamorphosed into tears
in the space of a second
the space of an email
opening.

i am in the country of separate nows.

that's how it is.

i type and wail in YM emoticons.

ignoring my colleague at the back, chattering chattering chattering

(GRIN: i like you promise but i want to cry now.
you're not in my now, you sitting at the back of me.
but thank you for working with such delight.)

i am in the country of separate nows.
i am in the country of separate nows.
i am in the country of separate nows.

now.