(courtesy of google images)
People travel to places
to unravel the unknown
to entertain and be entertained
to see new faces
and see their own self.
They walk the streets
with paper tickets clasped in their hands
and rainwater penetrating
the insoles of their oxfords;
board vehicles breathing
at every stop; devouring
every inch of the terrains
as each curve, each turbulence,
each steam foretell their story.
They pack and unpack
hoping to find meaning
out of the leather stitching
enclosing most of their sobrieties
and aspirations.
(at home, where it all began,
is a new journey
waiting to start, waiting to happen.)
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