Travelling To Me.

I forget about everything and everyone when I travel. Maybe that is why I would like this to be a permanent job. Always in transit. Always escaping. Always seeing something new.

My only commitment would be to always being free. My soul is that of a gipsy. That is half a blessing, half a curse, for there is always something new to do; what is in the moment is less important than what comes.

 

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