The joy in traveling alone is found in the idea of
temporarily being a part of something you're not a part of.
It's the idea of being alone in a seemingly different world,
where you have nothing from your world
and you're forced to experience where you are.
You'd be amazed by the fact that things happen miles away from where you are
and you don't even see or know it;
the strangers you meet, spend time and maybe fall in love with to never see again—
Traveling makes you a part of it all at least for a while.

It's the general thrill that the world is just so big,
that filling the spaces apart even in the smallest form feels right.

A vessel that will not sink
It will shake, it will bump but will not break
It will sail, it may wail but it will not fail
This vessel has an anchor to keep it still,
When it's rough, when it's tough
or when it's had enough
Through the storms and the mourns
it will not be torn.
The anchor is the people that give it love
so through the winds and the waves it can float above
For the sea which it sails is unlike other seas
No shine, no calm; It does not know peace
And so the tides be unforgiving
And the times never ending
Still this body should never think
That it won't make it to shore.
Because we are vessels
that refuse to sink.