i want to go to a place that doesn't exist.
i want to go to a place that will never come.
i want to go to a place that is nowhere.
Or maybe i don't want to go to a place.
Maybe i just want to go
And let the wind whip my hair endlessly,
Smell the salty air,
And stare up at the ever-changing sky.
Maybe all i want,
Is the travel,
For no destination.
Posted in response to the challenge Sail.
Choose a piece of art, and write about it. Maybe its a story as to what happened, or how it makes you feel. What exactly was the artist communicating through the art, and do you agree?
Write about your favorite song or piece. How does it make you feel? What do you see in your head when you listen to it? What exactly makes that song or piece your favorite?
Summer always meant clear skies to me,
With a never-ending supply of sunshine,
And a night that would never arrive,
Where time is paused mid-afternoon,
And I'd bask under its rays lying on lush grass,
Comments
I love this! The journey and string of thoughts is so nice :)
Thank you so much!
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