Stationary Wanderer There is a freedom in wanderlust which allows us to pretend that we are more than we are. we cling to the innate longing to travel ourselves in to interesting people with open minds who are so far removed from our daily lives. We allow ourselves this lie, that we are wanderers at heart as we want to explore outside our mundane. Although presented with opportunity we crumble and lie, excuses tumble from us. We don't dream of freedom, we just like to dream, from the safety of our comforts and routine. Never faltering mediocrity, ceaseless mundane. It is home.
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