Monday, May 16, 2011

I thrist

I thrist to touch soil other than my own.
I want to understand the lives of people I have never met
I want to discover something my eyes have never seen
I want to taste the flavors of a history not my own
I want to walk among brothers and sisters who do not know my name
I want to love people in exchange for nothing
I thirst to be away from the life I feel normal in.

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