Teaser – Chapter Finale

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The reality of our own tangible world has become what matter to us more. We are already at the end of the candle wick. We talked only about what is necessary then it is no longer necessary for us to talk.

The fire has died and the room becomes dark again. What goes around comes back around, they say. Those who were once strangers now have become strangers again.

Writing as a Form of Travel

Writing I think is one of the best forms to express myself with less bias around, especially in terms of physical attractiveness.

I can contribute without worrying about my nationalities, how do I look or even without worrying to act or dress a certain way to show confidence. No one knows who I am nor that I know you but I have never felt so connected. I never knew I matter.

Writing gives me a sense of travel although my physical body is strapped within space and time. I thought I have traveled far but my writing travels beyond countries’ borders. It doesn’t matter anymore if I am from a developed country or a developing country, that kind of system doesn’t define me as an individual. It doesn’t define me intellectually

I can’t thank you enough and I am so honored to be a part of this community. The only thing I regret is I didn’t start earlier