Simply Authentic

Travelling is my indulgence. Being immovable & trapped, is the most morbid that can happen to me. I cannot be restrained. Just like my feelings. The more I manage and conceal it, the more puzzled I become. My world was filled with “maybe-s” for a period of time. I coached my heart to bring to an end all the presumptuous judgment. I was inclined to think. Friends theorize but you see this case is with no proof at all. Who am I to even think that something exists at all? I wouldn’t fall for fancy for the sake of delighting my senses. Because it is unlikely for me pretending to affirm. I dislike to be jammed in qualms. I go for the genuine. This is no hypothesis. I am real. Authentic. And I like it that way. ♥ ♥ ♥