Khnyom soksobai.
That means I'm happy.
Phnom Penh, Cambodia.
At night when I see the star-littered skies, I wonder why I don't see it from where I come from.
In fact, stars are not the only things I can't see back where I come from.
The treasure of used toys. The sweat of every grain. The brevity of every kin. The triviality of dirt on skin. The luxury of mattresses. The tear of every goodbye.
I guess reality's that we need the ugly to see good.
Phnom Penh, Cambodia.
At night when I see the star-littered skies, I wonder why I don't see it from where I come from.
In fact, stars are not the only things I can't see back where I come from.
The treasure of used toys. The sweat of every grain. The brevity of every kin. The triviality of dirt on skin. The luxury of mattresses. The tear of every goodbye.
I guess reality's that we need the ugly to see good.