Travel On, Dreaming On....

What's with traveling? Being mobile all my life? Do I love being that way? A part of me shouts out loud "YES!" but the half of me weeps ever so discreetly asking "Can't you just halt for a while?"

It's the kind of sentiment that I haven't been acknowledging for ages. Sooner or later I have to face it, especially that I can't help but dream when I travel. Stuffs haunt me. (laughs out loud)

(You Belong To Me in background. lols)

If only that one would say "stay and just be with me." Then maybe I would, but it never asked me to, it didn't want me and never needed me to stay.

Oh trash that! Let me just keep going on. No more pathetic dramas in my life.