"home is not where you were born, home is where all attempts to escape cease"- naguib mahfouz
lost and found
a dreamers lament on being forced to earth
where my wild heart lies
and you will always find me seeking, pursuing, and wanting that beautiful place- where my wild heart lies free there are gentle echoes of debussy a warm breeze that cushions my feet and a bright sky that illuminates with such veracity I am unable to see past the light but I am not afraid I... Continue Reading →
a dreamers lament
of non-conformity
it is from ourselves we run
a travelers lament
-the precipice
of escapism
