Khaosan Rd on a saturday night; just had a foot massage, the best thing after a whole day of walking about Chatuchak Market, that wonder of a place. While waiting for my email to load, decided I would leave a short note before I squeeze through the shopping, drinking,singing,eating, whoring crowd to get back to the Marco Polo Hostel and Jack Kerouac.
if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
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