I’m a lover with no storyline,
no reality,
no destination.
But when it’s dark,
you’ll always find me there
lighter in my hand,
setting fire to doubt,
watching the sparks argue with the night.
I keep asking myself
am I too blind for love?
Or is this simply who I am?
A soul born
to find hope inside hopelessness.
I’m not holding on.
I’m not letting go.
Because I know
no love is ever final.
I’m just a traveler,
floating in a river called Longing.
A place where souls see through souls,
where something exists beyond the labels
we were taught to wear.
I owe this world nothing.
And I own my luck.
So I’ll keep moving
no roads,
no maps,
just the current beneath my skin
until I reach the end of this river of longing.
And maybe that’s all I ever wanted.
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