Come on a journey with me.
Just the two of us.
"We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year." *
Two lovers with broken brains and muddy hearts. Skin so pale it might shatter if you're not careful.
Summer is coming and no one would miss us anyway. No one understands us like each other.
Please, please, oh please come with me. I don't want to leave without you.
Think of all the things you've dreamed of seeing. We could see that together. We could find places no living thing has touched and make them our own.
We could discover new things and new people and new food and new e v e r y t h i n g.
Come. With. Me.
* "Wish You Were Here" Pink Floyd [1975]
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Wanderlust
Poetrywan·der·lust [won-der-luhst] (noun) a strong, innate desire to rove or travel about.
