surrounded by booksbelonging and longing withwonder filled moments Originally published on Instagram.
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I travel to misshome where my heart stops yearningto make me feel free Originally published on Instagram.
A long while ago I passed by a painted quote on a street in San Francisco that moved me. I took a second picture of it a few months later, without realising…
the luggage travels place to place rolling over hills green with splendour
sometimes great beauty exists amongst the grey skies inspiring awe
leaves above rustle like rain falling with power nudging my wonder
impermanence is inevitably pending knowingly cherish
my shadow darkensceaselessly haunts in silenceas I awaken
the mind compresses like enclosing hurricanes I try not to drown
the trees sway in sync the storm raging endlessly so what the wing sings