Ever since I could remember, I would wander away; it felt like my feet would be leading, and telling my mind the way.
As a toddler I would wander at Malls, Fairs, Daycare or find a way, by climbing outside my window to see the neighbor's dog and play.
At five I managed to leave the school grounds, and before I knew it I was in a quiet park with no more classroom sounds. I managed to sneak back into the school, so why even follow a human created rule?
It felt so profound, limits were for others I decided, what they call being lost, I call being found.
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Wonder & Wanderlust | Poetry of Roems
PoetryI didn't know the world I read everyday, had a back page, with links to other mediums, in this metaphorical manifestation of philosophical, poetical mischief. This is a collection of profound poetry experiences, exploring the internal, external, met...
