And one fine day i'll be out somewhere far, somewhere beautiful.
Carrying a backpack and my little book of happy things.
Sometimes climbing on a mountain and sometimes walking barefoot on the beach, doing everything that i was once afraid of. leaving all the weights of sorrow and memories that once held me back.
But no more!
For what i seek is the reason, to be alive and happy.
So one fine day i'll sit under the roof of million stars and write about the beauty of the constellation, the oceans, the summits, the things i ever daydreamed of and my stupidity.
like how i once made a wish seeing a shooting star and it never came true,
like how i never ran into a fist fight because i was scared of getting punched, I'm still scared though.
like how i spent my 12th summer vacations watching cartoons.
like how i still haven't watched Annabelle and other horror movies, they're creepy.
And like how everything seemed perfect once, everything.
So one fine day i'll scribble my journey on that blank diary of mine and when i'll be old, i'll pat my back for living a life without any regrets.
So one fine day i'll be out somewhere far,
Maybe beyond mountains.
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