We are the directionless wanderers and the destinationless travelers
I want a life measured in first steps on foreign soils and deep breaths in brand new seas. I want a life measured in Welcome signs, each stamped with a different name, borders marked with metal and paint. Show me the streets that don’t know the music of my meandering feet and I will play their song upon them. Perfume me, please, in the smells of far away, I will never wash my hair if it promises to stay. I want a life measured in the places I haven’t gone, short sleeps on long flights, strange voices teaching me new words to describe the dawn.
