we travel to go far away from the place of our birth and see the other side of sunrise. we travel in search of our childhoods; of births unconceived. we travel so that unfinished alphabets complete. let farewell be imbued with promises. let us move far away like the twilight that accompanies us and bids us farewell. we tear up destinies and disperse their pages in the wind before we find - or fail to find - our life story in other books.