Trips

 

Every place I go is strange and nothing new, so the sky doesn't always change color. I know that a lazy body is irrelevant and meaningless, but I can't stay in one place forever.

It is always my longing to leave the established place; because of cowardice, it is always my body that transcends it.My face buried in my hands, I let my body fall to the ground, or I let it scatter lightly into the air. I couldn't tell which in between.

Without a lively perception, the past is like a dry memory.Possibly the only things left are soul and body, because everything else has degraded and disappeared.My bag on my back fell off, but I carried it on again and again until now.

Traveling again is on the horizon.Even though the bag is already on your back, the real journey will be after you've drank two glasses of wine and shed two tears.

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