Departure.

There are 85 more hours before i board that plane. its become an obsession with me, counting the hours, that the first and the last thing i do everyday. everything seems unreal, life, the way my life is building up, family, father and relatives, all so disconnected, syncopated…

anyway, i am sure i wont be spared the pain of living a long life, lets see whats ahead, life’s all about waiting to discover the next trick life has in store.

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