Narrative.
I am waiting for my future. I know that I will always have my motherland and my root, my family in the picture. I preciously store my past scent, scenery, sound and touch deep inside. They are sometimes used as a fuel that keeps me ‘waiting’. I am somehow expecting my past to reappear in my future.
By the time I ‘reach’ my future, will my past still be (waiting) with me?
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