The sun has set
Wind whistles through the trees
As I ready myself for the long road ahead
Tonight I travel to distant stars
Hat and scarf in hand
Satchel on my hip
I center myself
Before setting out
In search of
Awe
Is it all a beautiful dream
Or did I just read it in the pages
Of someone else's
Biography
It's no matter
The memories exist
Tattooed on my beating heart
Visions coursing through my veins
One experience after another
Ever expanding
In search of
Space
To fill with
New ink
New stories
New
Life
To read while listening to
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