Morning At The Airport

I just set a few small particles undefined.
Expression and runs like a wheel on the surface.
Free but still attached to the bolt of life.
Try to stay within the theme and start to imagination.
And try to write a journey.

As are you, a true adventurer.
Lovers of nature with all its metamorphosis.
Someone who continues to set foot although a lot of sharp gravel.
From a place you have made the trip line.
Although it’s so imaginary but very real in the heart.
Only a few hurdles be a problem.

Remember when we sat in the airport chair?
Trying to pass the time seems so slow.
Then we start talking,learn about colors.
Without permission, your smile has been entered into the aperture of the camera that I was holding in my right hand.
And on your side, the children running and laughing in an airport trolley.
May be a witness my happiness.
You give him a warm smile.
And then he was embarrassed and immediately ran to her mother.
Then my mind, back to focus of you.
You that during this, only interfere with my study hours.
Right now in my side.
You laugh,though your eyes hinted for a break.
You have been through approximately 900 km journey.
And in the next few hours, you should start a new journey.
Towards to the tip of Sumatera.

And finally, you also left.
Along with the rumble of the engine and the lifting of the surface of the wheel.