The meaning of travel is to leave.

'coz i'm leaving, i savour every moment of the journey.

'coz i'm leaving, i don't need to observe something beautiful under the microscope and bear the pain of watching it turn ugly.

'coz i'm leaving, i can turn my back around nonchalantly any second.

'coz i've gone, i remember all that was golden and time paints the rest.

'coz i've gone, i know the meaning of home. the true meaning of...home.



i love to travel. i love the feeling of leaving. i love the fact that i'm gonna leave...soon.


ps. i'm gonna put on that black coat again. why does it begin to feel like the memorial of someone...dead?