me as a traveler

"I am jailed by the people who expect me to be what they want me to be.. I am locked by the person i think I'm not. I am alone in this body who was never accepted by the society. I failed them.. I failed myself.."

All my life i've been a traveler, searching for nothing, searching for no one. i know why i am traveling, risking my life in this journey that soon to be my story. How i wish my life would be written in a novel that a millions of people will read and make a feedback with my nonsense journey. But i know every journey has its lesson, there is a purpose. I have to believe there is. Travelers have to be optimistic to think that by going onward, they're going to find something better.

but i could not not find the answer. i don't know where to find, what to find and why i need to find but I'm willing to search even if it is 6 feet below the ground i will search!! But in the end, i know..the question would still be.."why i need to know?"

For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travels sake. The great affair is to move. but if i don't know where i am going, any road will lead me there.

surely in this journey, i will find a pot of gold. and if i do, this will make my journey worthy. But..will it satisfy me? will i stop searching for an answer?

Now, i serenely turned my head above..i started looking at the stars..those beautiful tiny lights that caught my attention..i never noticed that I'm starting counting those stars..1 2 3 4 5.....100....150.. 200....269..300...259...390..again and again i never reached 500... i just said to myself..

****"I'm tired"****