I don't know,
if I would capture all the stories,
at the end of the day,
But, I would have a collection of tini tales,
I would laugh on,
till the end of the world,
holding my chair arms tight,
and living the moments in others stories,
that isn't a part of mine.
it would just be mine,
alone in the world of imagination,
alone, in the world of letters,
and the lost emotions.
P.S. This picture is not relevant but, the women on the first seat turned and I had a hunch ❤️
Maybe, because I notice a lot in traveling holding on to my playlist.