This time, I travelled far
To places far, far away
To take apart pieces of memories
To bury parts at dissociated stops
So that they can't form as a whole again
So they can't communicate and interact, in the process generating
all those sweet, familiar feelings again
So they lose the combinatorial power as a whole
to hurt again


So I travelled to places far, far away
To the white slopes, gray nights of Tahoe
To the sky spanning east and west of the States
To the midnight blocks of NYC
To the chilly, somber walkways of DC

To the ocean bridging East and West
To the breezing subways and alleys of Taipei
To the dazing traffic linking northern and southern Taiwan
To the comforting, hustling streets of evening Pingtung


So I travelled
Each stop
Each pause
Each piece