Wanderlust
I long to travel the world round and wide.
The beauty, in each city or town.
From the way the wind blows or the lack thereof,
To the blooming flowers and the mountains above, to the history of its buildings and what makes them unique.
To the people and perhaps a culture unseen
And those are just the little things.
It draws me in like a moth to a flame.
The thought of failure just drives me insane.
A desire but a pain
Experiencing all life as it is, as it was and for what it can be.
Alas
Even if i can't,
I imagine that im a version of my existence ahead of me, maybe then I'd flee and finally fuel my curiosity.
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Silenced Souls
PoesíaPoetry ~ An otherworldly outlook on life. 10 chapters packed with unrelated lengthy poems. For my fellow deep thinkers and big dreamers. -Don't worry we're all trying to figure it out.
