Where we are is somewhere quiet.
Somewhere along the outskirts of a border town between Thailand and Cambodia.
I'm walking along what should be a desolate road under the glow of a late afternoon sky,
In the near distance a flock of birds shroud past a little girl being pushed around in a wheelbarrow by her brother.
I don't hear anything, everything has the volume turned down,
Muted to a still silence, and it's then I realize I've lost the rest of my senses too.
All but my sight, which is fixated closely on the most genuine smile and happiness I've ever come to witness.
Here and now has never been more imminent, for the first time in my history I might actually just be living in the present.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 7:07 AM UTC
Where we are is somewhere quiet.
Somewhere along the outskirts of a border town between Thailand and Cambodia.
I'm walking along what should be a desolate road under the glow of a late afternoon sky,
In the near distance a flock of birds shroud past a little girl being pushed around in a wheelbarrow by her brother.
I don't hear anything, everything has the volume turned down,
Muted to a still silence, and it's then I realize I've lost the rest of my senses too.
All but my sight, which is fixated closely on the most genuine smile and happiness I've ever come to witness.
Here and now has never been more imminent, for the first time in my history I might actually just be living in the present.
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