There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I'm born to leave.
When one cannot depart from the present or the past, the future shall be beyond their reach; they meander a path inattentive and without destination.
You never know these days. Uninvited guests may force you to take an unplanned trip to an unknown destination; doesn’t hurt to be in your Sunday clothes.
Sometimes when you lose your way, you find YOURSELF.
Sometimes it takes a wrong turn to get you to the right place.