This is for my future self. To the moon child who's reminiscing about all the cancelled plans, torn ticket stubs, hiding from the storms, waiting nervously at the train station to finally try break free from my restricted freedom. The irony is that I work every single day to help build portals for people to travel, but never did I ever get a chance to take a decent vacation. A sweet soul who's overworked, overstressed, and overwhelmed all the time. I just want to feel alive, marvel at life around me by getting lost in the hustle n' bustle of the city to only find myself. Not even my sub-conscious mind is aware of the fact of how much I earn for this more than my favorite activities such as dancing, painting, reading, and listening to music. The universe has a funny way of cancelling my plans. I thought the 7th time was the charm, guess not. It breaks my heart to unpack my bags still sitting on my bedroom floor, when I spent more than a week planning my every move in the cit...
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