I travel frequently in order to escape the feeling that I am waiting for someone who will never come. When traveling, I meet so many new people that I hardly have time to miss the people who are missing from the present picture. Somehow we didn’t love enough to stay together? But in the end, you can’t hide from experiencing your own raw emotions. I find out how deep my love for you runs. I wish the wind, my old friend, would blow you close to me.

I am tired.

Let me sleep.

There is surrender in sadness.