When you wander, it's not necessarily because you're lost or because you're looking for something. Sometimes, it's like looking through an old photo album, wandering for the sake of discovering what has been there the whole time, like realizing you and your cousin wore the same yellow party dress, like searching the dusty corners of your being to find the place where your soul calls home.
Free me like the strong ocean tides
breaking through
the levees of New Orleans
and
Free me like a love song
breaking through
the chains of My Heart
and
Free me like the artist's pen
breaking through
the walls that flat canvas impose.
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