Wednesday 10/12/2016 10:47:00 PM

i wandered. collapsing on the stroke of the horizon. well spent there. both in distance and in depth. salt and vinegar lungs souring with every breath.

the journey found me more than i found it. in small hills and in steep ones. no measures. just the constant weight of every footstep. gain or loss irrelevant. only the scorch of hope and the flood of despair.

even seasoned nagivators get distracted by the detours. we err on the side of choice, but we live in the shadow of want.

children scribbling on the maps that take us nowhere.

nomads chasing far away places. and familiar losses.

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