Well, I’ve had an unpleasant evening. Don’t ask. I’m still not sleeping either. Maybe it’ll get better but in the meanwhile, I thought about my recent past.
I took this bag with me all over the world for two years. I had it custom made back when I had some coin.
I wanna see the sun in Santa Monica again, or the sun on Five Finger Mountain in Xinzhu again, or the sun on the Baltic Sea in Denmark again, or the…oh you get the point.
I hated traveling around the world when I had to, now I miss it so. It is always greener there, isn’t it?
No worries, I’m still hopeful. Just not here.
Too much baggage.
Location: @11:21, leaving the east side
Mood: melancholy
Music: just a notch in your bedpost But you’re just a line in a song