I found a way how to satisfy need for a travel. I have memories in me. All my hugs, talks and looks are written in these memories. There are people that I met long time ago, and there are people that I would like to meet. Memories in me move my steps because there are so many places which I did not visit and so many people that I have not met, and because of that I have no peace. It brings me back to the time where all that was developing and starting.  Brings out that my long time ago dreams are not forgotten and reminds me that my dreams are not fake.

Sometimes I loose control of memories and they slide and take me to the places which I always wanted to forget, and to the people which I erased long time ago, but that way I get to know my heart. I learn to feel better. Awake and surrounded with my dreams, I recognize my root from which I grew up. I remember how truly I enjoyed the sunshine, was happy to hear every sound which like a wind came to the door of my soul. With a smile I found the skies again and felt the smell of the blooming flowers in my sigh. While I dream my dreams, I wander and discover eternity of hopes which are bringing many travels. My experience tells me that each travel is nice on its own way. Intelligence is seeking on its own, while the experience is offering me an easier way. Intelligence is suspicious, while experience is using crafty way, the way of all prestige ways. On the travel I collect the knowledge, but at the same time I get attracted to the unknown pathways. Uncertainty is feeding me with curiosity, challenge me and assure me that I have to go on. On these travels I am the judge of the world. Alive and real. Never till the end satisfied and never tired. I travel, discover and find the reasons of my travel. What I can not avoid I take it with me. Later on I concentrate on it or I leave it for the next travel.

Daily I travel through your street and I meet travelers like my self. We do notice ourselves, but we do not talk, we just nod slowly at each other and walk by. On your streets we are in a hurry and unreachable. Front façade of the buildings is looking at us, but we are quietly traveling. There are many worlds in us, so many undiscovered continents and secret places. We are still traveling in quietness. Not knowing your street we trip and collide with each other. We walk without stopping, in the precise walk of the time, we run and walk by. Our countless mind is streaming in your streets and than disappear in your yards and hallways. Hiding behind the windows and sometimes they come out to get ready for the thoughtful travel. Traveler’s ability is the way of looking and recognizing the target of the travel. Everything what fulfill us it seems simple, but when we come near that, we become scared and restless. We go on while the distance is in every beat of our hearth. We run without turning back. We continue to travel for another reason. We do not dare to go back, we believe that we are covered enough and not damaged. In the seconds we cross impossible spaces. We fly and fall, but we do not stop. We travel all the time without noticing that we are just simple quietness of the time. We are going through that quietness and restless we travel through the memories, because only memories can remind us why we started the travel.