I'm on vacationA Poem by SamSat
Leaving the knots back home, I hope.
Craving a tender coconut milkshake, I'm off. 3 hours of travel for someone who hates it. Smiling stiffly in the selfies taken right in front of the crowded airport terminal. Still, I am leaving. To the glittering waters where the sea salt doesn't mingle and duckweed floats along, solemnly. To the narrow streets, with expensive art cafès, smells of freshly baked bread and brightly coloured doors. To the temples with their shiny lamps, sweaty people and their anchored gods. To somewhere, someplace, anywhere but home. I'm going. I'm gone.
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