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.
In the silence between the cracks of thunder
we are taught quickly
the value of looking inside the soul and
In the anticipation between the thunder and lightening,
I see myself looking in.
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