A Smile

By Johnny Nghiem

September 14^th, 2017

"If the bombs can stop one day, anything is possible." - Mom

The long-awaited part two to my poetic journey into the depths of Catalonia formerly known to me as the land of Paella and now known to me as a humble experience.

I find peace in small and simple things where I can disconnect from life a bit - it's sort of a super power in my own little way. I grew up with very little so each memory contains an experience and the relationship with that experience. It's very specific, something personal and you can call me environmentally sensitive, but I call that the process.

This all of course starts with a dream or the idea of embarking.

Trying to describe something I can only see is like asking a toaster how its day was. It's like we all have our little secrets, a treasure trove worth of words only we can piece together for ourselves. I like how something like the definition of what we find beautiful is so unique to each person that I hope that I may have an answer that's cool too.

Recently, I had the chance to visit a memory and as much as it wasn't my memory, I was apart of someone else's. I saw what they saw, smelt what they smelt, and lived the way they lived. It felt like reversing reality and fast forwarding it all once that it became so thrilling that I became part of the memory.