In a place foreign, quiet, thoughts run through my head.
I should stop thinking, I think too much.
But writing on the other hand inspires me. Writing help me to run my train of thoughts on track. It does not flicker, it does not run off the destination.
Sometimes I do not know where I am going but I will surely get there. But sometimes the train just runs on, like there’s no end, like this one.
Kampong Cham, Cambodia
23 July 2012