A reflection of something we’re missing.
And language just happened. It was never planned. And it’s inadequate to describe where I am, in the room of my house where the light has never been. Waiting for this day to end, and these clocks keep unwinding. And completely ignore everything that we hate, or adore. Once the page of a calendar is turned, it’s no more. So tell me, then, what was it for?
Oh, tell me, what was it for?” —Bright Eyes - A Scale, A Mirror, And Those Indifferent Clocks
I was born in Hong Kong, so the aspect of knowing how different every part of the world is has been embedded in me since a young age. For a while there I was working four jobs, when I decided I’d had enough of the city I used to live in, and fucked off to Europe solo. Since then the travel bug has never left. I never want that feeling of escapism, mystery and wonder to leave. Traveling opens up your mind, your soul, your heart. The people you meet, the places you experience, and the stories that unfold are what makes it all as magical as it is.
Good luck with your travels. Keep that mind of yours open.
“Fuck that. Don’t be the girl that needs the man. Be the girl a man needs.”
The feelings mutual. x
I felt free again. A heavy weight was lifted off my shoulders. I could see with clarity again, my eyes were no longer wet with memories and that which I cannot change.