Rivers Reflective Magic 2003
February 27, 2008
River Belait seeps through the jungle in all its reflective beauty, past, present and future written upon its reflective waters unrippled but strong its magic. I am entranced and hypnotised and so thus drift in the river air as it flaps through my asthetically unporous hair, whipping my cheek bones with nature unspoilt revealing itself to me as watery whispers hums in my ears. Family history drifting past with each fern and bettlenut true calling out to me in Ibans hush. I am amazed but content naturally in all its reflective surroundings peering up at me, welcoming me as thougfh i had come home all over again.
