Absorbed by the world

When the skin of your passport is your skin.

When scattered currencies are a puzzle you revisit time and time again.

And an empty suitcase is left open, waiting.

When choreography of preparation reaches perfection.

When the first step into the plane is a ritual.

And defying gravity to rise into the stratosphere is nothing….

When you begin to understand new languages, without knowing a single word.

When intuition becomes the steer on how to act and what to say.

The world is absorbing you. Slowly.

And an ordinary day is nothing more than a pause between journeys.



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