To Wander The Universe Or Travel The World

Sometimes I imagine myself an old soul, wandering the the universe, watching, learning. Yet somehow, I know that wouldn't be right for me. There is still much to see and do on this Earth. I am, as of yet, too attached to this world, this plane.

I would mayhap endure a thousand pains, suffer a thousand heartaches, cry a thousand tears, just to laugh once more, smile once more, touch one more person, live one more life.

Perhaps I am already an old soul, and this just another step in my journey.

In The Time It Took To Watch A Video Log...

10:32

stories shared
adventures followed
laughed clapped gasped smiled
then wondered and reminisced
from half a world away
attentions held
thoughts provoked
lives touched
friends made
in just ten minutes
and thirty two seconds

An Arm's Length Away And Still Untouchable

vital connections

In the moments when we share our stories,
I feel as though I know you.
Part of me wishes I really did.

We call each other friends,
but in truth...

We are little more than faceless names and numbers,
masked only in the facades we wish to show the world.

And still we share our stories.
Then, why? I think...

Everyone wants to get to know each other,
but not everyone wants to take off their mask.

So, for now we share our stories,
touching lives from across the greatest distance,
always in sight, yet forever out of reach.

The Sound of Snowflakes Falling

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words are sometimes shallow
raindrops dancing vainly on mirrors

words are sometimes deep
ashes sleeping beneath a riverbed

but oftimes words are just words
snowflakes falling on the sea