I took my time amd sailed west,some stories said that,"who sail west dies in west".
I Knew it was a risk,it was possible that i would never return back.
I detached the anchor on the boat,the whole village was starring at the bunk of the ocean waving me goodbye in tears.

Sunrise appeared east,banging my back,creating areflection on the face of the ocean floor. I swear i wasn't afraid but reaching there,everything was so close to death.
It had been 3 years stuck to the west,looks like i have lost my way back home.

I don't wanna stay here for life
I wanna be in paris by next summer
and i hope i shall find my way to the north.

N.B: anyone can relate to this philosophical story,Depending on where you wished to be that you didn't and hopping to kick off another journey..
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