Bob Marley was right, you can’t run away from yourself and I have wasted enough time trying to achieve the impossible.
I should tell him that peace is not there for the finding in a place, it dwells on the inside. Or it doesn’t. The truth is that there was a time when I would have stayed, not to be with him, but just to pass the time until I got bored and decided to travel again to somewhere else far away. Always catching planes, running from one flight to another. I was afraid to stay still.