Sometimes when I sit oustide, under that thick black blanket adorned with stars, I wonder what would happen if I followed my urges. If one day I just walked out the door and out of everyones lives, letting these worn flip-flops carry me as far as there is land to tread. I long for more than I can handle, a life most know is a dead end.
Craving,...
I crave winds unknown tugging at my hair, beauty in places most ignore, that chance to start over with nothing but the clothes on my back.
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But I know how harsh the reality is in which I livew. I would wither under temperature conditions, starve as I'd be but a penniless wonderer, live on a street taht would beat me down at every curve.
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Wonderlust - As much a trap as it is a dream.