旅人

Velocity 5 km/h

The train started to run, leaving the usual subway I pass during my youth in this town. I still can see the same sign at the corner of the car. "Please give your seat to the elderly, pregnant woman, and disable person", it says. The only different things from then, is the people. There are too many faces unknown to me; I've left the city for too long.

Velocity 15 km/h

You came back from the so-called endless journey of yours. I thought you're an egoist for not giving any news after that day  you left the town. You're an egoist. All you care about is your own self, I started to think you didn't even think even the slightest about me, no? Well, what can I do? As long as you're fulfilled, and know that you have a place to come back when you tired off your soul, I'm all here for you.

Velocity 30 km/h

For every walk I take, there are countless memory carved along the path. Some are sweet, some are bitter than the rest, and some of them, are forgettable. They say that you only can memorize what you dreamed of tonight, if you lucky, for as little as 10% after you wake up. But even the slightest taste of you in my dream, is more than enough for me to run through the day.

Velocity 50 km/h

The blooming flowers in the spring this year taking me back to those time. When we were childish and naive, we thought that with only bravery and that majestic stick of yours, we can conquer this world. Growing up in this city, where milking cow, tidying up the barn, delivering the milk to the factory, feeding it day and afternoon, are everyday chores, I don't even have any free time to explore the mountain, like we used to do, anymore. But still, I wish nothing than hoping you to come back, so we can go back together to the mountain, standing on the rock, soaking wet our clothes in the river, swimming against the stream.

Velocity 70 km/h

Here I am, diminishing my time in the world, investing to even more rich memory of life. I'm still looking for your presence here, wondering if you can come to another journey at the far east country. No matter how long time passed, or space drawn between, it is you that I sought for.

As the sun sets, the migrating birds are taking shelter under the trees, some of them embrace each other to keep the warmth in the middle of winter breeze. The moon shining beautifully, accompanying his (now) lone walk along the new cobblestone town.