took the first step of the alone journey, heading to the utopia of his own.
he thought he got the guts to make this through, even there’s only sand in the desert.
a loner isn’t afraid of the loneliness for the most of time, the most of time…
the desert tricks sometimes.
flyaways, once he’s seen one.
it’s so real, so beatiful, so miserable…
he knew what he saw couldn’t be touched, but it became the bailment gradually.
when it’s not showed, he felt a little pity, just a little, cuz it’s normal without it.
he went on stepping in soft sand to the west, where the sun finally settels.
next morning he woke up, remembering the last night’s dream.
the flyaway was in it.
"don’t be fool, it’s not real… let it go~" he whispered to himself.
but there’s gotta be someting somewhere, the source of the flyaway, liked a light shining through the heaven into his heart.
"once i found it, it could be my utopia!"
man got to eat, man got to sleep, man got to have hope.
Apparently it\’s more than a story, right? I wonder what are your flyaways and utopia?