Warm Breeze in London

I felt lost, but I am nowhere to be found. It’s always a nice feeling to know that you’re not doing something alone. The world is made after all not just for you and thee. While drifting apart, we find solace. Once in a while, they come like a tidal wave, another time like a warm breeze. This day it was the latter. Just to chat for hours, side by side, with some level of openness that can only be discovered in two nomad travellers who are stranded in a faraway land. I am struck by this newfound revelation.
I still find ambition is a damn sexy trait.

Don’t you agree?

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