Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Wanderlust.
Did I imagine it would be like this? Was it something like this I wished for? Or will I still want more? I feel at home whenever the unknown surrounds me. I receive it's embrace. The lust for comfort suffocates the soul. Restlessness liberates me. Peel off the layers until you get to the core. I have lost my origin, and I don't want to find it again. It's inhabitants seem so keen on God. I cannot stomach their right and wrong. United in movement, wonderful!
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