You ask, why do you write?
I say – it saves me.
From myself, from my deepest darkest self.
How? You ask next.
I weave my journey with my utopia.
You ask again, why?
I say, maybe, just maybe it will save someone else.
What do you envisage?
Perhaps, I will form the strongest bond in this journey.
`Cause I am a hopelessly romantic traveler.