Only hours away from leaving Brussels.
The reasons are unclear.
(Fish Fact) It is how this cold and lonely winter ends.
(Brag) On the flip of a coin I booked a flight to Phnom Penh.
(Beat) A few days later my marriage was over.
(Variance) Lost my only real connection with Cambodia. No more family to visit. No one waiting for me.
(Fish Fact) But I never cancelled the ticket. Dreaming about a holiday in the sun is hard to give up.
(Breathing In)
Now I’m shit scared.
Like a vagabond, alone on the road again.
A lousy sequel to a story that’s already been told...
One last trip to Cambodia.
No fucking clue what to do when I get there.
Got no idea what is I'm searching for.
I don't really care all that much about money or love anymore.
I’m not looking for answers.
I don’t even know what the questions are.
(Breathing Out)
Might as well spent some time in the sun.
Leave the past out into the night.
Moving on and moving up.
Maybe I’ll spend my poker winnings on a posh seaside resort to read books and grind online poker. Maybe I’ll try to get lost in Phnom Penh nightlife or maybe I’ll make that final trip up river after all...
(Fish Fact) At best, a recipe for disaster. At worst, my best decision ever.
Fuck it. Final round.
It's time to go.
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