Sumamry of a travelog..

A full page would never be enough to describe a day life. That's why what we see, and what we read (the diary of peoples) can never be exactly what we think! Could it be be because the feel to write, and the feel to read was never the same??

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We born with the specific,

rather than the raw that we share.

A specific to identical,

into a same basic cycle.

We all fly with our own wing,

hoping to fly.

sky high,

and wondering why,

it never actually end.




The wind is cold,

sometimes hot,

seldomly humid.
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Such a burden to the wing,

can I get a pair of nitrox to pair with my wings??




We land at the tip of the branch.

face up!!

a road lies,

for those who seeks the sky,

knowing the greater good,

comes with endless hardship.




Spread the wings!

know that the sky is full of winds.

Strive beyond it,

and see the sky changes,

without loosing the sole reason.

In search for the better place.

as how destined..




Rest the night,

live the day,

for that the sky may just be a better place

one day.....