Clearly not mine, the confinement to the vintage chirography had loads to unveal. The first page of the calligraphy left me speechless. "I became void, tormented in my own storms; this is my memories of breathtaking duende!" Have you ever been confused on swapping your luggage with someone else? Frustrating isn't it! My serendipity gained bubbles right when I came upon the unprecedented step to blowing the lid off to the old withers. The uncanny feeling is irrevocable just like human touch. Strolling through the gateway of airport, someone did confuse my belonging with theirs. Or maybe, it was just meant to be. When i opened my bag, i found someone's diary in it. Clearly not mine, the confinement to the vintage chi
