My awareness travels with me.
The place I leave behind disappears like a dream upon waking, and with it, the people I love.
But I am not sad for when I travel, a new world is born to me, to be seen through brand new eyes, and with it, people to meet. More people to love.
I am a traveler in space and time, a wave of consciousness that must keep moving to exist.
Upon return, I reincarnate a world I know so well. Or was it dream?
But home is a destination as well as a point of departure.
For travel I must.