Let us travel . . . .


Written Frames

Travelling facilitates an influx of emotions and thoughts which were always there within, however, in a suspended state and now they tend to bloom. Do we get to know ourselves- what genre we belong to unless we explore different kinds of people and personalities around us?

Sitting in my seat as the wind runs through my hair, it seduces my conscience and I fall back into dreams and faded visions. I think of things I ignored, I dream of places I have never been to and I find myself in the state I always need to be in- carelessly at peace and with flying freedom of thought. May this journey never stop, let me embrace what I am for a little longer. Let me travel again and push my struggling thought through the window of dreams to the reality. But would its freedom be welcomed in the society of defined…

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