a series of notes

1.
To  think, means to be in solitude. 
We were born to face the world alone, our parents were there only to give guidance. 
Regardless of how one cannot be physically apart from another, 
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we are still alone.

2.
 Just when I can’t  find a reason to dance anymore, I meet you and you feel me.

3.
I came out to the world as a dreamer, and they all laughed. 


4.
The experience itself is so profound that I wish it never ends. Still, 
I know letting departure happen is a part of experience too.
We will only bring more depth into each other’s ocean, 
I tell myself as you leave.

5.
When people ask me the name of a restaurant, I tell them I can’t remember names. I remember the road to get there and what it looks like, and that I can still take them there, if they will let me. 


6.
The story of the road stays with me whenever I’m walking.


7.
I don’t remember your name, although the taste and temperature of your heart is still palpable. 

But your name, the one that the world calls you. It isn’t in my mouth. 

It’s your scent that I can still sometimes smell.