Traveling

Traveling is a part of who I am

A search of me

In a place I've never seen

Weather buildings or the jungle

I find myself in bundles

I explore sandy beaches and towns where I am faceless

In a constant search for a lightbulb

a moment of recognition when I realize who I've been searching for

I'm sure she's brave an independent

She's kind but also fierce

A puzzle with many pieces some broken and some dented

But every place has its strengths

And every place had bad parts too

So in exploring places like me

I find how to make beauty out of broken seams

Much love,
      

 

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