Italy

Raining. Listening to Misty Edwards' "Arms Wide Open''.
Browsing through scholarship offers. Saw Italy. Masters Programme.

Night. In a high building. Condominium. Drinking some drink. Sitting on the couch.Yellow lights in the room. Suite room. Large window. Down there, busy traffic and shimmering glows in the city below.

I am in Italy. Alone. In my dream.

The imagination is so vivid, complete with the feels.
Sometimes, I secretly hope to make such a trip. Alone. In the taxi, in the plane, in a foreign place.

But there is so much fear. Fear of danger, fear of loneliness, fear of loving that life too much, fear of discovering it is not as beautiful as it seemed, fear that it will wreck my hope. For who can live without hope.