You ask, why do you write?

I say – it saves me.

From what?

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.


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