Falling slowly

For the things I have written down, become memory which can’t be erased. A sense of feeling safe and secured is obtained during the process.

As for the things I could only write down, become the adventures which I can’t make it to explore.

The paths are on different tracks towards unknown.

I have my backpack full of notes for my journey, and so do you.  

Set off before the night falls, for me to dream of your sun blessing smiles,

again.