I walked home, got the right direction as I followed the path I
used to walk on along with the breezes. On my half way, I realized I did not
want to home yet. A hundred meter to go, I suddenly had my feet went far away
from home.
I have been falling in love in traveling since I was a kid. I
loved journey. Reaching the destination is the purpose of journey itself, but,
I do not see it’s amazing. For me, the most memorable moment is the time we had
spent to reach the point.
I likely had gone through once again an amazing journey in 576
hours. And the best part of it is up until now I do not see an end. I was
accompanied by one who had been so nice to share some stories and smile
whenever I needed him to. And at least, I knew I was not alone.
Before getting ready for some new adventures, I already knew I
might have climbed up bleeding, got scratch all over places, hurt for times for
then sat like an idiot realizing things that I should not have done in my very
first choosing time. But, an ego has brought me to take this path. And I have
been walking on splinter of glasses which had colored my feet red.
Flipping makes me suddenly realize that I have never opened up to
my mother. I preferred to keep it secret and act like I did not even think about
a single man. The other side, neither she nor me wanted to share each other’s
love story. Either one of us hate to keep the rule. We hate to have this kind
of I do not know. From that, I knew we have so much things in common. We are
bipolar.
He and I have so many things in common. Surprisingly amazing, we
both bipolar. And up until now, I can say that he is still dashing as
usual.
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