wandering

When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.

No reprimand in the mirrorSlow walk to LiberiaSlow dance across the SaharaSlow unraveling of gray matter

It had the tangled floor plan common to all hospitals, seemingly designed by someone who believed in the healing power of watching confused visitors aimlessly wander around hallways.

Walking on a path of uncertainties, Shuffling on the probabilities of uncertainties, Waging on the possibilities of uncertainties, Waiting for the occurrences of uncertainties,Solving the mysteries of wandering uncertainties,We move, lead and live.

With God, being lost is nothing more than an idea that never has and never will be anything more than an idea.

It is the fool who declares __ am ascending the summit,_ while he__ toddling around in the ditch.

Due north_ on my compass is largely __ue_ to the fact that in __ue_ time I have been __nduly_ lax in recalibrating my compass. And I__ apparently ignorant enough to wonder why I__ lost.

We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).

I was forced to wander, having no one, forced by my nature to keep wandering because wandering was the only thing that I believed in, and the only thing that believed in me.

Well, at least this is what I told myself every day as I fell asleep with the fire still burning and the moon shining high up in the sky and my head spinning comforting from two bottles of wine, and I smiled with tears in my eyes because it was beautiful and so god damn sad and I did not know how to be one of those without the other.

Summer is leaving silently. Much like a traveler approaching the end of an amazing journey.

I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I'm born to leave.

My ideal journey: set out early and never arrive.

Go somewhere you know nothing about and see what happens.

That__ the place to get to__owhere. One wants to wander away from the world__ somewheres, into our own nowhere.

[A]dventures befall the unadventurous as readily, if not as frequently, as the bold. Adventures are a logical and reliable result - and have been since at least the time of Odysseus - of the fatal act of leaving one's home, or trying to return to it again. All adventures happen in that damned and magical space, wherever it may be found or chanced upon, which least resembles one's home. As soon as you have crossed your doorstep or the county line, into that place where the structures, laws, and conventions of your upbringing no longer apply, where the support and approval (but also the disapproval and repression) of your family and neighbors are not to be had: then you have entered into adventure, a place of sorrow, marvels, and regret.

In my errant life I roamedTo learn the secrets of women and men,Of gods and dreams.I've known all the countries of our world,I've lived a thousand lives:Many lives I lived in love, Other lives I squandered.For in my life I never traveled, All I did was wander.

I wandered everywhere, through cities and countries wide. And everywhere I went, the world was on my side.