I long to travel,
but for a place to call my own.
I wish to find true love,
but for solidarity.
I dream of spontaneity,
but of stability.
Everyday, nostalgic,
but dreaming of tomorrow.
Praying for simplicity,
if not for contradiction.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
I long to travel,
but for a place to call my own.
I wish to find true love,
but for solidarity.
I dream of spontaneity,
but of stability.
Everyday, nostalgic,
but dreaming of tomorrow.
Praying for simplicity,
if not for contradiction.
I apologise, for I only wrote this a couple of minutes ago.
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