Do human being always wander? In mind, in heart, in real life and imagination either. Looking for something, longing for something or someone and most of the time not knowing what exactly. Sometimes when I feel insecure late night I thought of that, where is the root of this feeling, what am I looking for? a practical idea of peaceful life probably?
The more I feel alone at this feeling the more I asked myself, don't other people too perhaps feel the bittersweet insecurity and the constant longing for something?
This page will be my reverie when I have no other safe place to run to, when I have no warm hand to hold on, and when there is nothing other than words could help me to go through. Who knows this could be a solace for someone out there too.
Or so I hope.
