I feel like I am lost again.  I knew this will happen but I did not do anything to avoid it.  I knew that my work will take much of my time.  I knew that when I return to the city, this life will lure me again.  Somehow, I feel that I use work to escape from something.  It is like my sanctuary.  A place where no one else can find me. Then again, what am I running away from?  Away from reality? Away from my fears about uncertainty?  What is it?  It is like I am running away, not realizing that my time is almost over.  What if tomorrow will not come and I still cannot find where I belong, what is missing?  What if I don’t have enough time?  What if by running away, I have already ran far from where I should be?  What if my time is now and tomorrow I won’t see?  I just pray that the love I felt will stay here, leaving a trace just like my footsteps.

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