flooded thought

dwarfed by the horizon, i lived in the box and you lifted the lid, so that the light showered on me...i really want to pen down the magnificence i saw, the people i met, the spring blossom that scent the air, the water thudering down the gorge, the snow that vanished in my palm, the shy smile of the village girl as the sun falling west, the mantra of the tibetan monks echoing down the hallway and my slushed converse sneaker just like the graffiti in new york metro station, making no art sense but telling the journey i wade through...

i need to sort out my thoughts on the journey, for it remains in eternity.