the rides were tiresome but i got through
mountains and bridges and oceans
i was a little girl so i didn't understand much
but i loved the smell and i love the motion
my eyes - heavy - catching the shapes of clouds
everything i saw became a part of my spirit
for i loved all the things that came along
even the noisy sounds, i loved to hear it
years have passed and emotions flood in like waves
reminiscing now with my nostalgic eyes
i may have lost some innocence
but in the end i walked away far more wise
when the darkness tried to overwhelm
it was my remedy
as a young child it was me coping
unlike those unfortunates that turn to whiskey
the time it took was undescribable
millions of endless seconds had passed
hypnotizing, it was astounding
my mind was boggled, i wouldn't have even known if we crashed
for this is what i loved
and i believed it loved me as well
for traveling was my drug
traveling was my spell
YOU ARE READING
the lonely club
Poetrysometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i'm not living