My fingers love to roam. Tugging on strands of hair and feeling for edges on blankets and pillows… Sometimes they are destructive and I feel nails against my skin, picking and scratching as though I can rub my skin new and smooth. But the more I do it, the worst it gets. It leaves behind scars and wounds. It’s the worst when my hands find my lips. Chapped from neglect and abused by my fingertips.
We have a wonderful city in Borneo, bordered by rainforests and beaches. The town itself is filled with life and great eats.
If it weren’t so tropical and hot, it’d be paradise. But sometimes we want a reprieve from the mundane; even a breathtaking view will turn boring if you look at it everyday.
Remember what Bilbo said?
“It’s dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door.”
I thought he meant it in the literal sense. You never know where life will take you. But, I’ve learnt that leaving meant you will never be coming back.