silver on black [ ] - quoc viet - -@_.com @ 1:24pm
many times, in the midst of some action or event, i imagine myself running. the background blurred, there’s nothing holding me down, like the kids i’ve seen here running alongside creaky bicycles and the ever-present motorbike. sound cut out, i’m flying with every push off the dusty street.

last night we drove through a street that was full of energy, packs of children playing in a way that made them look like they were dancing, little arms and little legs in smooth motion. everyone in a beautiful dance.

i’ve got a few bucks in my pocket and a promised ride back to Saigon for the night. there’s nothing to want except the chance to hope, right?
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