I didn't mind your wandering songs
They assured me it's ok to not belong
And see life in color, rhythm, and verse
My heart doesn't know how to slow
It still beats like I'm teenage old
As we fell in love with the universe
So I left and you were gone
A musty house with no lights on
Never to bring us back home
A smile on the lips, wings on the heels
Where ever we go, chasing good feels
Living the love, where ever we roam.
Jan. 2011
About Me
- Kaming Cheung
- Kaming was a Peace Corps environment volunteer embarrassing herself in Ghana 2010-2012. After travelling around the world on minimum wages and at the expense of her youth, Kaming returns to Hong Kong, her first unknown love, to rediscover what she has been looking for.
Hi Kamingasaurus,
ReplyDeleteI stumbled across your blog and found your writing to be fantastic. I also had a blog called Cette Belle Vie ("This Beautiful Life" in French) but I have since made it private. Perhaps I can draw inspiration from you and start writing again. By the way, I find peace corps fascinating as I was thinking about joining a few years back. I hope you don't mind if I follow your blog.
Jo Ann