Wanderlust

He asked me what I liked to explore but the answer was simplier than tieing your own shoes.

I said the world.

But not just the world, I want to see the things people have never bothered to care for.

The forgotton things looked over by ignorance.

I don't want to see some building's piled miles high consuming the storytelling sky .

I want to see the places that lie in mystery and magic.

Places that destract's your mind from life and fills it with wanderlust.

Places that speak to you in a language that no one else can understand.

A place that is secret to the world, only few know of it's wonder.

A place where you can look out and see everything lie before you.

Hopes, dreams, wonders are all desimated miles out infront of you.

Peaking out of tree's and shurbs, lurking in the waters and swimming through the very air you breath.

That's the world I want to explore.

 

 

 

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