When I Can't Do Anything Else

Traveling

I'm traveling;

Traveling the surface of this world, and the goodness that it transpires everyday, so pure and fantastic,

Traveling the wonders of life, trudging the paths of unruly darkness, and seeking the way of scorching light, now finding everything in between,

Traveling the contingency of happenstance, waking everyday, knowing that there's twenty-four hours of another chance,

Traveling the music, growing in generations, altering every day, that would grace the opened ears, so listen

Traveling the colors, when I open my eyes, a burst of splendor that paints my irises a majestic shade of the universe,

Traveling the echoes in time, and behind the silhouettes of space, reminiscent of what has been, and what will become,

Traveling my veins, feeling a river course through me, and the lovely thrum of a heartbeat resounding,

I will travel the stars, and our existences that coincided to one another-- travel the mysteries of the world, and our meaningful, purposeless importance in this universe,

Traveling with one foot and the other, and one goal to another dream, traveling with my mind and the still-explorable aspects of it,

Traveling the soft, salient earth,
And traveling the calm, restless sea,
Then traveling the ever transforming, beautiful sky,

Everyday is full of possibilities,
And never get tired of getting up on your feet,
Never stop,
Never give up,
Look around, slow down, make it fast, then look around again,
It's beautiful, isn't it?

I'm traveling;
You should, too

//k.u.