The truth is that I really don't enjoy long travels
That specific smell makes me sick
And all I want to do while on the road is
To sleep.

But everytime I close my eyes
It is you that comes to mind;
The thought of having the chance to hold your hand for a while
To be able to feel your warmth.

As time goes by
I learned to appreciate
The journey
Of coming home to you.

You are here.
This is,
My favorite place.