hello.

a second passes; a minute, an hour or 2, and then a day.

a twinkle of the eye, and it's been more than half a year since I wrote down my thoughts.

Spain, Morocco, London- the trip has ended.

And then a new chapter begins: New people, new routine, new challenges.

So i like to imagine myself on this line scale which I usually have in my head when i deal with negative & positive numbers

i stand on the dot (not the empty one, but the full one) in the middle of that line and i look back. and then i look forth.

Time to fly, to run, to march and to walk- in order to return back to Spain, Morocco and London, there's no choice.

hmm.i miss doing this.

Stockholm, oh! i miss you so.