For a moment lost in translation, the heart becomes desolate and meaningless words struggle to make an impression. The words that fall into empty spaces between you and I are as empty as my courage and your suitcases. But they crawl back into my mouth letter by letter, covered in filth, and looking uncouth. And as they linger in contemplation, I am afraid if they will ever reach their desired destination. But I know it in my heart and hope you will understand too that the journey is more important than the end or the start. So they wash the stain and embark again on the greatest journey we have ever taken.