To Travel. To Live.

I love travelling all alone. Drinking yoghurt in buses, sleeping with my head on my shoulder, not be able to read because of the poor light.
Finding all that magic places other people have no idea of. Taking photos of clichés and pretending they are masterpieces. After a month you get bored of them anyway.


Writing poems which are never to be finished.
Writing stories which are never to be read again.
Thinking a people when there is no chance of them thinking about me.

Being happily unhappy.