Bangkok
Some places are more magic than others. Some places have the texture of everything and nothing and somewhere else.
Bangkok, I wanna had the colour pink red and textured satin silk, but more of that later. Lets not forget we have always been writing this story and now its time for it to begin. In the warm sweaty land spill of mud along a wide river the colour of everything and nothing, and the sky always a flame distant and potent but sweet.
I wish wings weren't so costly.
When they are free let me know Ill be riding.
High. Always.
This is a shape.
So let it form.
BANGKOK, large sock, deposit box, loving rocks and butternuts.
