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

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

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

only bound by maney than i deserve

who exactly is this person that i call myself

in his eyes i see myself and unreasonableness

i only happend to be blessed with the luck of the draw