Thailand. It's like I can't live with or without it. Sometimes when I'm there I feel such disdain for the majority of it. I daydream of my soft bed and clean, bright salmon walls. When I come back, I miss the freedom I had there. The freedom to see new things, to always be welcomed, to integrate into the sidewalks with ease, to shine, to marvel, to smile at everyone, to dream.
Can't seem to see the obscurity? Is it really there?
Did I reverse-psych myself?
You'll never know...