i started to wander as soon as i learned i could walk
i wandered farther and farther and with eachΒ Β passing day i could no longer see my home or remember what it was
once a year my wandering would come to a a place of you and we would chat i would remember you and you would tell me you never forgot
i kept wandering i was searching for something to fill the empty hole in my heart
i wandered into many things and became obsessed these things were not home however and i never stayed for long
i wandered into a girl and boy both equally important in this story each lighting a match each speaking words into me each sharing stories from the period in which they were wanderers they took their lit matches placing them gently onto my heart
aflame i found my home not one on this Earth but one worth waiting for worth serving for worth loving for worth dying for