It seems that i return to places and faces
i once saw with different eyes to see the different ways of seeing
London , Krungtheap seem almost alien upon return
from another land
This , i suspect is the essence of travel , slow paces relaxation is the task , is the quest
on , on  , on leaving imprints of emotion in every place
picking up new ways of feeling of believing , of hearing

shedding , malting , unraveling - traveling whilst sitting still with those loves, found in the dimmest of dim , those who shed light on the opaque din that enveloped the ears and melted wax into the drums to clear out the cobwebs of old webs left undone who move in the physical realms
touchdown , landing
meet me at the place where we met , this vibration calls me without a doubt to your home , to your house where i'll turn up at the door with a bottle of wine

you can choose where we dine !