As time passed by, I observe that living in a city makes me sad even more. The loud horns of public vehicles, crowded places, smokes in the streets and the tall buildings. My mind can't just take how destructive the city is—how it ruin my moods everyday. This' where I live and seems that growing here feels like I don't belong. It only brings disruption in my body and mind. I've been wanting to escape the place that gives heaviness in my heart. And I think I already found where I truly belong. The place where I could allow myself to think and to breathe calmly. The only heavenly body that gives me peace whenever we meet. The ocean seems to know what's bothering deep within me. I guess, it has been a friend of my soul keep looking for where I could tell the words I can't comprehend for a long time.
