• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 09
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On Wanderlust

I’m standing here
in the middle of the street,
in the middle of the night,
arms outstretched,
begging the stars to burn holes
in my skin,

all just to give my wanderlust a place
to worship; a safe space
to breathe.

this feeling has been with me so long;
it was only a matter of time
before I gave it a name.