I wish to leave this place. Go somewhere, with no plans or whatsoever and pretend that the facts of reality can never tie me down to where I am today. I wish to leave, and go somewhere, not too far, but not too close to the few places of comfort I could call home. I wish to go, with no more than absolute spontaneity, and pause all the shortcomings and disappointments the universe easily picks to dump on me every single day.
I wish to see something beyond from where I’m chained by the routines of a mundane life. I silently hope that someday, I could actually go and leave for no destination at all. I sincerely desire to see and feel what they mean to actually live.
I wish to find the meaning of home, and love, in more than one place–and in more than one person.