I am a traveler. I am always excited to travel. I am the traveler.
Because I belong to nowhere, I travel from this place to other place(s) where my presence makes sense and where my soul could rest.

But my dear, traveling is tiring. I'm always a loner for each journey and forever a visitor. A traveler dreamed of staying, too.
This heart of mine, an open book, a traveler's journal - are we that hard to read?



this touched me more than u'll ever know.
strangely, i think i know wht u mean. have heart ok
'Aini said…
oh.. i'm glad to meet another traveler. i wish to stop and settle down, someday... i'm whole and empty~

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