on me.

Met a man who was traveling the world for a living. Spent all the inbetween drinking slowly in hotel bars. Told me the hardest thing about being both nowhere and somewhere all the time is attaining or cultivating a certain someone. Told me that the most lonely part about being constantly in motion is that every time you find something beautiful, something worth holding onto, is that inevitably you always have to leave it behind. However at the same time the finality of everything and the perfection available when moments exist out of time and space are very well likely the very things that make her so beautiful to begin with. I brought him another drink, told him it was on me.