Traveling Alone

I was afraid to ride a bus before

I fear of getting lost, I fear from not being able to get back home

It is a fear that took over me as a child

That it gives me courage to walk what seem to be only a walking distance

I was already happy about it when I reached them.

But now I have gone too far from home

It's like that I have any other choice anyway

Or if even though I have, I should, thus doing so

I can leap over a puddle, but I could never leap over a sea

It's frightening, but yet comforting when you cross through transportation

Swayed back and forth almost like being held by your mother to sleep

But you can never be a child again.

But I admit I long to be comforted like so from time to time

Yet it was a seashell that you dropped that sinks into the bottom of the ocean

You can never retrieved them back

You long for hugs of comfort

Only to be battered by exhaustion and responsibilities

You slept in hay because the barn does not offer mattresses of wool and foam

You don't travel alone in a transportation, but those people are traders of their own businesses

You can hardly do the things you once do

Cause now matters in business holds your time more than your leisure

You went back home that has never been the same as before

Despite the advice to avoid loneliness, I often find myself alone

That's why appreciation, comfort, and times of joy were chimes of fortune

A strike of luck, a blessing that yet to turn into history, though memorable

Something you would long again, that's why you thrive over the abyss in society

It is a flower at the top of the cliff, a phenomenon that occurs not all the time

Traveling alone helps you to think about your choices

And contemplate over situations

But let's admit it, whenever traveling alone we mostly daydream of what is not and what could have been possible.

You could feel yourself moving away whenever you travel, but also going nearer to something.

It is a complicated feeling, comforting yet exhausting.