it was in fact too close
that we didn't recognaise the secret
it appears more visible as you draw away
deep down
immerse myself
in the Amsterdam
more forward for 3days and take 2days rest
repeating both progression and stagnation
the journey slowly takes its turn and you understand
i've worked it out
you're the only person missing here
if you are not there
tomorrow will be dark
i knew it
the journey was, from the begining
a hit-or-miss way to return home
it's starting to brighten
a new day is about to begin
remember the theory that you always have a second chance in life
coincidence some times seems like an inevitable miracle
seeing frinds
making friends
all of them will be gone by tomorrw morning
leave no regrets
we are all meant to separate, that's why we meet
the roof top of the guesthouse is a station of travellers
Santoka comes to mind
Bon Voyage
my mind is amazingly free from hustle and hustle
it's unusal for a workolic like me
the reality i identified is
all meant to vanish at some point
so live the moment in the twinkle of a star
and the blur between the gaps of my blue Rizlas
chew on the weight of time
stride across time to the future
the word "travel"is
about the process and not always the result
melancholy is a symptom that comes after boredom
so don't rush for answers
just quietly absorb what's there
who exactly is this person that i call myself
i only happened to blessed with the luck of the draw
tan the hide of my ignorance
i was
not even aware of my own arrogance
only bound by more money than i deserve
