Vagabond

Vagabond

"i have known the taste of salty seas,

the smell of decaying forest and trees,

the cracks in many sidewalks,

I have loved the gas pedal,

and the airport concourse,

Oh, and the ever changing time zones.

in all those hours, minutes and seconds,

i thought i would find a home in not having one;

i have chased the sun a million times,

not yet ready to admit,

you never catch up. "

(oh to belong)

sol·i·tude

sol·i·tude

“I want to go away

and find a place

where I can rest,

where I am able

to find comfort.”

“…Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know, but there, always,

Is somewhere to go

As long as you

Keep walking.”

(She smiled.)