Travel as long as your bare feet carry you through stony paths and heartbreaks.
Travel because it's the freedom in your soul and the wind running through your hair softly even though your mind may be a mess from time to time.
Time means nothing, when you travel.
Everything gets so unimportant,
the moment is what counts.
Everything is different,
at the place you travel to
but different is great,
because it's not the same routinal thing as everyday.
It's great because your worries disappear for a short amount of time,
until everything is the same again,
as you travel back home.
DU LIEST GERADE
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