The wonderful world of dreams

It has been almost a year that I have relocated back to my birthplace, Bangkok. Every second of every day I go through the same cycle of sadness, resentment, confusion, anger, and denial. Who knows how many times a day I think about 64 MacDougal Street and what could have been?

It's pathetic I know. And it is also weak. But it is so hard to let go.

My heart aches for my old mundane life - the life I cherished. The simple life I used to enjoy. Walk to the park. Enjoy the brisk air. Smell the grass.

Oh my, what could have become of me?