My heart aches to wander, aches for that feeling you get when you take the first step towards your own personal New World. That feeling of trying to capture every single curve, every single angle, every single hue of what you see around you like a baby opening his eyes for the very first time.
I think that the moment we set our feet somewhere, we become a part of that place, and it becomes a part of us. That even when we leave, a fragment of ourselves gets left behind, leaving us forever longing, resembling a jigsaw puzzle that misses a piece.
Hence the ache.
Hence the endless search for the missing piece.
Hence the urge to getaway. Again.
Davao, 2012
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