- Published on
I have a heart disease, I always leave my heart in different countries. In the last nights of my travels, my heart is afraid that I might leave it somewhere again. Meanwhile, on the last night, I understand how to begin my exploration in that city, but it's always too late and I have to go. The migratory bird sometimes flutters as if it is flying off unlike its own desire. And I have to go, I have to close a suitcase full of memories, I have to say goodbye to this city soon, but not to my lovely friends, because I'm sure I'll meet them soon somewhere else in the world.

Share this post
Help others discover this content
0 Comments
Load Comments