In Life : Everyone Is A Traveller

In Life : Everyone Is A Traveller

,d,r,e,a,m,~,

.T.H.E. .D.R.E.A.M. .O.F. .A. .S.E.A.G.U.L.L.
 
my foot does not separate from the ground,
i'm simply afraid,
i'm afraid to fly to the sky,
because i'm used to the ground,
i'm unfamiliar to the sky,
do i have the wings,
do i have the dream of before?

anonymous~

.i. .d.o.n.t. .n.o.e.~.

when i hear the rain drops, it does makes my heart stirring. it makes me miss my old days, more than yesterday. i don't remember from when it is, but i've been missing my childhood days.i've been frenzy. my intimidated feeling of being alone grows bigger especially when the days of me being sent abroad for my studies come nearer. they keep expanding and i feel a bit agitated. i keep thinking and pondering to my self, and still it is nothing. but it is awkward too for me ignoring them.

74 days left before im leaving for uk.there are 1776 hours left, and i kept counting.

england.one album, a million memories