So I’m on Day 4 of my trip to Taiwan.
I don’t belong here. anymore.
So many memories yet so foreign.
So many people I’ve never seen nor recognize.
So many things I don’t remember anymore.
Most of the memories stop at age 12.
After that, I don’t know.
I’m in a different world that I feel out of touch.
I’m in a different world that I don’t feel any urge to explore.
I’m in a different world that I wanted to leave.
Sure. I’ve been spoiled a bit. Going to the hot springs, spa sessions, high-end restaurants and blah blah blah…
I get to see people I wanted to see…
but….
I’m also in a world where I have to face the ultimate reality where I had to argue to protect myself against my mom.
I don’t fly to a different world and getting my words twisted.
I don’t fly to a different world to remind me the dark days of my past.
I don’t fly to a different world to shatter myself.
I felt like I just don’t belong here.
I miss the other world.
