Wondering is what I know
what I feel
Being contained is like death
This soul needs to go out to
learn,
flourish,
love,
grow,
do,
for denying this
is in a sense denying myself
Wandering calls me
I yearn for it
I need it
to be whole
for a wandering
soul
is who I am
- Author: a.b ( Offline)
- Published: November 21st, 2015 18:52
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