Inspiration:
It's 11pm and I'm listening to Dodie Clark, laying on my bed in the dark and suddenly, I decide to write a poem. Hope you all like it♡-
○ poem ●
Fallen planets and starry galaxies
The comet shoots past in the night sky outside
Illuminating the frosted panes for just a second, just a fraction of a second -
But as soon as it shines, it dies away again.
People lay in darkness,
On covers, in beds,
On streets, on cold floors,
Fluttering eyes shut, slipping slowly into sleep.
How vast is this world?
We know how vast - just not exactly how vast.
We've only found - not even enough - of the ocean and yet so much has been found.
We know how many countries there are, how wide this globe spans -
But we never truly know till we've seen this world for what it really is.
When will we know?
Will we never know?
We live our lives in endlessness and sometimes all too much for granted
Until someone gathers the courage to break out of what one calls home,
To venture further than one has ever gone before
Halfway across the globe to famous cities and quiet countrysides and alien lands
But where does one begin?
Will we ever get to run past fields and venture through waterfalls -
Rushing, exploring, seeing, experiencing -
Feeling the exhilaration, the adrenaline, the hype
And the beautiful rush of unpredictability?
Brilliant eyes glinting in street lights and
Simply living life as it is and as one moves from city to city
Living life in foreign cities, capturing memories in photographs
Never really settling down, never pinning just one location on the map
But so much more, and so many.
And in doing so, do we find our true purpose?
Through the luminescent wanderlust that leads us by the hands
Stringing us round in glowing sunset circles
Never letting us go till its breathed its ethereal thoughts into us
As dreams, as lust, as love, as life.
The feeling of tapping through cafés in places you've never been before
Yet feeling like you belong so much, so much
In a city whose name you've only just learnt a moment ago.

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Randoma collection of thoughts, musings, all the words I can never really say. placed here, in the palms of my youth. for safekeeping.