As of late, I keep dwelling on my past travels as if they were a dream.
Little moments, fragments, of my life that keep replaying as a nostalgic reel. I find myself getting caught up in a moment. Little moments that seemed quite futile at the time. But to my surprise, they still sit fresh in my heart, like it just happened yesterday.
All I can do is sheepishly smile to myself because it did happen…and soon, more is about to happen. This thought is what currently holds me together.