A poem from my diary:
I am traveling alone in Southeast Asia,
With just my backpack and my own agenda.
With no one else to share my memories.
I see the sights, I hear the sounds, I meet the people, I feel their warmth.
I cherish the freedom of the open road, And the secrets it has yet to unfold.
The temples, the markets, the colors, the noise,
The laughter, the joy, the memories I've made.
I wander with no set destination, For the beauty I see is my only companion.
And as I keep exploring, I know I'll grow,
In this land where my soul has found its home.
