I always become sentimental when I am at the airport.

Every time, I contemplate about the journey of my life from the other side of the planet to herewhere I have been living for more than two decades. I guess I have a desire to understand the meaning or find the reasoning of my little existence in this vast universe.

I fly away to try to erase all of my negative thoughts and all of my sense of entitlement that I accumulated over the last several days, weeks, or months, which I know I won’t be successful to eradicateat eradicating completely. Yet, I still fly away. For my well-beingwellbeing. For others I care. And the most of all, for my love.

Then,

I am day dreaming on air, mending his broken wings little by little, and finally flying away together.