Get inside the mind of traveling photo model as she writes just another page of her diary and misses her boyfriend at home.

The past beats inside me like a second heart. 
Bygone years are safe years. 
The future a mysterious cloud. 
I try to grab her- but she keeps moving away from me.
…..
In a glimpse I see strangers on the road.
Your fantasies. My fantasies. 
As free as a bird that sings in the morning and silently floats on thin air, into the night. 
No real destination. Just living. 
…
There is no fear in my dreams. 
Just flowers, strangers, bars, cigarettes.
And in the sparkling silver of the sea. 
There is also you.