Alex 22h
My wanderlust knows no bounds
Besides the walls of my room

I know adventure awaits
It'll be here soon

I'll hold hands with the sun
And lock eyes with the moon

I'll shed my silence
And don a new tune

I sense that one day
I'll abandon this gloom

But for now I'll sit
Within the walls of my room
A baby learning to walk. an old man fails to.

you haven't been touched in a week aside from a man who likes your socks and shoelaces offering you an elbow cause you have a chicken sandwich in your hands.

Shorts so small you can see the pockets. Red hair. Walking past fossils cause you're looking at your phone.

Why did you go in the "insect zoo" Mike? You fuckin hate spiders.

your most human interaction is the man who asks if he can use your leftover donut bag to carry his food. The food he got from the soup kitchen across the street. The one you went to to use the bathroom. Borrowing him privilege in bag form.
he doesn't like to eat outside. Too many mosquitoes. He babywalks with a cane.

The gun that shot Lincoln is tiny and I am interested in it only for it's death potential.

A French family crying, don't have the right papers to get into the White house tour. I wish I could tell them the tour wasn't that good.

drunk conversation with brother about father.
don't talk to. Don't know how. Don't want to.

I am swallowed by the heat
The silence that passes for conversation.
my mother is very conservative. the strain of hiding myself. Closed lips

I am a silent eavesdropper. A parent pays 7.50 for a shitty tourist piece of pizza. Placed in front of her child. Exhaustion drips off her face. Oozes out of her posture. Her kid doesn't like the pizza. Mouth a tight line. The child tells a story. The tight line blooms into laughter.

My friend (I wonder about kissing her) goes to a Philando Castile memorial.  I go to the lincoln memorial. Pictures and profit. It's smaller than I thought while she’s heavy from the impact.
Memorial – pictures – walking – repeat – heat – feet – and the wondering of how much memorializing goes on at giant statues.

His fedora looks stupid. small kids bumps into me. child-style. I don't see him cause I'm so tall. His mother tells him to watch where he's going.

My dad’s not on the trip. Divorce’ll do that to you. My brother calls him a lost soul

The trip was good and I would never go again.
Tonight my soul travels and stays beside you  

As the stars twinkle and moon shines

It watches you swift into your dreams

It flies with you to the world of your own

It stays to protect and guard  

It dances in the midnight up across the sky

It lives the night young and holds you tight

Oh the soul finds its solace in you

As the sun rises, you are to go and so do I

It kisses goodnight and hides itself away

It silently waits for its treasure to come back

Oh the lovely long nights , dancing souls and precious little hearts


-Zi
When the wanderer shuts her eyes
her soul is youth again
Innocent
Will 2d
... to whisper sweet nothings into your ear long into the night.
... to journey across the globe in search of an ocean as deep as my love.
... to hold you in my arms while vowing never to let you go.
... to kiss your tender lips with my own.
... to envelop your long brown hair between my fingers.
... to glide my hands across your body.
... to drive a thousand miles just to be closer to you.
... to glide through the clouds by the sound of your laugh.
... to nudge my nose against yours as our foreheads touch.
... to climb every mountain, canyon, and cave just to rescue you from peril.
... to bend down on one knee and ask you to be with me for all of eternity.
I wish, I could time travel to 40s.
  When,
Imagination used to be colourful
Songs, filled with presence
Ponds, serene deep
And,
The sky, clear blue.

I wish, I could time travel to 40s.
To witness, How,
The Humans were made Guinea pigs
WHO started to crawl
Penicillin promised its magic.

I wish, I could time travel to 40s.
When,
Mustache use to rule this world
Charlie was my smile Icon
Hitler has nonsense to tell
And,
Albert was lamenting.

I wish back, days of 1940s.
When,
Trust has everything to do.
Theme: Back to the past
She travelled her eyes
My, head to toes

Seems nothing interesting.
Genre: Abstract
Theme: Then, nothing matters.
Calm before the storm
I've been wondering
Searching a safe space
Shifting my short stay

Near around,
Daydreaming break,
Then,
A walk of infinity
Till,
The time to close those eyes
Comforting the disturbed.
Genre: Abstract
Theme: Being Gypsy
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
THE WORLD IS A PLACE
WITH MANY WONDERS GALORE
YOU MUST ALWAYS TRAVEL
SO YOU CAN SEE MORE



SO GO ON A CRUISE
WITH THE OCEAN BENEATH
GO ONTO YOUR BALCONY
WITH THE HORIZON IN REACH



FLY ON A PLANE WHEN
YOU ARE 42,000 FEET UP
JUST LOOK OUT OF YOUR WINDOW
WHEN YOU HAVE HAD JUST ENOUGH



VISIT A COUNTRY WITH
A CULTURE SO RARE
MEET THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE
AND LAUGH AND SHARE



BUT MOST OF ALL
PLEASE DON'T DIE WITH REGRET
SO SEE AS MUCH AS YOU CAN
AND HAVE AN EACH WAY BET


ALWAYS APPRECIATE THE SMALL THINGS IN LIFE
THE WORLD IS A WONDERFUL PLACE FULL OF INCREDIBLE THINGS AND MOST PEOPLE ARE STARVING TO DEATH
I’m a none,
Escaped from myself
Just to be an anonymous

A nameless faces
Harboring a soul,
Inspiring reflection,
In a finite of time
Travelling in a circle
Over crosses and lines,
Budding path of life
Sacrificing all the senses
Truth is one, perceived it in a different way
Genre: Spiritual
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
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