To you

a.b

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 Offline)
  • Published: November 21st, 2015 18:52
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