TRIBAL

Every Emotion Has a Cycle

Every ship will remind me of you and the fact that I haven't cooked you  borscht. 

Entry XXI

My clothes smell like the incense that I left in my closet. The air before the storm smells like watermelon. My feet are so light without a backpack. And this is the first time I wish I don't leave behind a place.
A clean start.
I give my life a temporary air and like my lovers, to them I become a temporary visitor. My face isn't registered or stored. Too ugly for their memory card maybe.
I hope I made a pleasant memory at least, for my pride's sake.





Some photo from spring till now. They're unmotivated and dull just like my rut I'm stuck in :)  
Yet, I know how to get out of it!

Robin, Find me! I promise I'd stay.... In two years maybe :)