Empty

I love going to KLIA for some reasons. The easiest would be, I love to see the plane. Simple, dull and innocent reason.

Actually, the flight remind me of so many things. Reminds me of where am I. Where I want to go, what I want to do...

And of course, it reminds me of my lost and found.

Soon, many people is leaving... Leaving more empty spaces inside me... When will I have my wings to fly?