A spindle of spontaneous notions

Onism

She wants to
run
with her feet bare,
to feel
the tender skin
of her sole
scratch and bleed,
a crimson hue
conveying a bittersweet pain.

She wants to
seek
with her heart open,
to perceive
the charm that
the world spreads,
with the variants
and its abundance.

She wants to
be free
without her mind in shackles,
to soak
the most of
what she can accumulate,
away from the
turbulence of her home.

She wants to,
but it is
after all only
a want,
for she knows
none can ever
voyage the
entirety of the earth.