My world trip
And then this guy, a travel blog writer, he does all the things that I want to do. He takes year long trips. Goes places with his funny friends. Writes about it. Takes pictures of amazing stuff. And I sit here in my unmovable, boring, monotonous stupor. I so wanna get out and go there. And I so can’t. I wonder who will be my trip mates. I need some sensible around me. I am too volatile to stay on one thing. *sigh*
When are you coming, my world trip?
where where where
Reached work, but bored already.
Life is calling, where the hell am I.
I detest sitting here and pretending to work.
Ah! I ignore my world trip for a little money making.
Money. Who the hell invented this disaster.
We met yesterday,
We went by the sea,
And held hands.
We do now what we were to do years back.
And we do it with the urgency that comes with waiting
A long wait...
