wanderer

I am a free soul, singing my heart out by myself no matter where I go and I call strangers my friends because I learn things and find ways to fit them into my own world. I hear what people say, rearrange it, take away and tear apart until it finds value in my reality and there I make it work. I find spaces in between the cracks and cuts where it feels empty and there I make it work.

Visions from the gods are gifts alone for those who wander.

Now that I am past picking the knife to stab one, the reward of stabbing a few more comes at an unfairly lower risk!

I am running and singing and when it__ raining I__ the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it__ cleaning me. I__ the one on the other side of the party, hearing laughter and the emptying of bottles while I peacefully make my way to the river, a lonely road, following the smell of the ocean. I__ the one waking up at 4am to witness the sunrise, where the sky touches the sea, and I hold my elbows, grasping tight to whatever I__e made of myself.

i was lieing to myself when I thought I was lost, I have never been lost - I just wasn't ready to be found.

I know where nowhere is, I know where nowhere leads, it's the place you go when you have nothing left to lose but you.

Obedient to no man, dependent only on weather and season, without a goal before them or a roof above them, owning nothing, open to every whim of fate, the homeless wanderers lead their childlike, brave, shabby existence. They are the sons of Adam, who was driven out of Paradise; the brothers of the animals, of innocence. Out of heaven's hand they accept what is given them from moment to moment: sun, rain, fog, snow, warmth, cold, comfort, and hardship; time does not exist for them and neither does history, or ambition, or that bizarre idol called progress and evolution, in which houseowners believe so desperately. A wayfarer may be delicate or crude, artful or awkward, brave or cowardly__e is always a child at heart, living in the first day of creation, before the beginning of the history of the world, his life always guided by a few simple instincts and needs. He may be intelligent or stupid; he may be deeply aware of the fleeting fragility of all living things, of how pettily and fearfully each living creature carries its bit of warm blood through the glaciers of cosmic space, or he may merely follow the commands of his poor stomach with childlike greed__e is always the opponent, the deadly enemy of the established proprietor, who hates him, despises him, or fears him, because he does not wish to be reminded that all existence is transitory, that life is constantly wilting, that merciless icy death fills the cosmos all around.

Fantasy like thought that no man could rainJust let her reignRun wild with her unafraidOf any rain stormsThey only wash the mud away and make wayFor double rainbows and sunny days

...I fell asleep and had a dream that a king was liquidated by a group of kind faces...

...unforgivingly, and forcefully magnificent...

I'll never stop wandering. And when the time comes to die, I'll find the wildest, loneliest, most desolate spot there is.

So I became the wanderer and wandering became my destiny!

she was completely wholeand yet never fully complete

People keep asking what I do for a living and I keep saying that I don__ believe in making a living. That it__ a concept that has been twisted. I tell them I believe in making a life and money is a distracting object if there__ anything left at the end of the day and I just want to go on well. Make it through the day. So I smile and raise my glass and they laugh and take my hand, saying __ere__ to the youth_, pointing at me. And I might just be youngand naivefor I still believe in the freedom of choiceof how to spend your life.So they toast to the youth, who still think she__ free, and that__ all fine by me.

It__ just as hard to go back to a place you once left, as it is to leave it again.

I like being full of mystery and wonder, people always know im up to something but never know exactly what.

You must make the Journey along the road, nobody is able to do it for you!

The Wanderer then leaves behind the spiritual seeker, with all the accumulated knowledge and lofty spiritual experience, and takes the first step on the Journey.