Feeling all sorts of things, whether obscure or delightful feelings all of us feeling either trapped under some dome for us non-travelers or feeling as though time passes us by with everyone around us passing us by. Thinking where we all fit into this world, this plan that the universe has for us, this never ending feeling or this thought we could never get out of our heads.
As we sit or stand somewhere and we realize sometimes it'd be best to run away or travel somewhere someplace that no one knows our name, who we are and forget about that unwanted thought and forget who you were even if it were for days this vacation for ourselves and have absolute control and we needn't worry about Tomorrow or home just yet.
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