moments. My mind is scattered out as far as my eyes have seen in this short #lifetime. Stretching vast miles along the ever changing scenery these aching joints have traversed. Chasing the branded promise inside my head to go wherever I must in order to find myself, who I am and where I belong. It's so not much about where I stand anymore, that used to be my biggest concern. Not only geographically, but with others as well. I always found myself losing seconds diving into the depths of if I matter to them in the same way they do to me. As far as I can see, I didn't. Which lead me on the path stricken with this very present sense of wanderlust. You see, you could be standing in line for the bathroom inside a crowded bar, or you could be inhaling deep, the cool breeze of a secluded mountain top. But neither of those places represent where you stand as a human. Yes, they're where you are, which is not to be mistaken for what you are to yourself. I have by no mean found myself. Each day, like a wave, breaking the shores of my thoughts and disappearing in a new way. Leaving behind fragmented bits and pieces that I sometimes collect if one is to catch my eye, to be stored on a shelf for future analysis. The further this journey takes me, the more lost I've actually become. It would seem as though the beauty about getting lost, is forgetting why you're even running in the first place. It's the pure bliss of being alone in a moment, forced to pull out what little you can from it. It's drowning in a ocean of doubt, but grasping onto that small piece of reassurance you see floating on the surface. I really never would have guessed that this is how I would end up. Restless. Yearning to discover and witness as much as I can. Despising routine, avoiding a majority of comfortability and replacing it with the unknown. Who knows what storm will litter the shores tomorrow, but as for today things are looking pretty clear.