on the belief in travel.
the beliefs we had seem to be traveling away. travel makes one’s mind move. travel is the last door. on one such trip, i traveled with beliefs. there i met you, and our mind(s) seemed to open. with a separated brain synapse, we seemed to lie, but connected on a universal wire. so it seemed our beliefs began to travel, and now my beliefs travel in my bags as i make sure to pack them wherever i may travel.