It's something that grows and grows inside us. Sometimes it's even more than that.
It's someone who's there to taunt us, and to tell us where we don't belong to. It's life mixed in a big bowl full of all the amazing persons we met during our travels.
We feel so lost and empty. We spend all the time knowing that something is missing but we never find out why. Then we jump out of the chair, buy a flight ticket, kiss that person one last time with a smile in our face, and we leave. So lost and still we do everything we can to get even more and more lost. Lost in a distant country, lost in our thoughts with trains and butterflies in our hairs.
This is it we think, while the train slowly make us fall asleep.
One day, two days, three days, four days. One more train, one more amazing view or one more delicious coffee. Another tight hug, and another missed kiss. We continue travelling, hoping that tomorrow we will find the answer.
We find millions of answers, but then we come back home and we know. It wasn't enough, it's never enough. We need the people, the tight hugs, the beautiful landscapes. We need to have the feeling of being lost in our bodies and not just in our minds.
And probably tomorrow will be another good day to leave.
Sleep tight
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