Friday, August 06, 2004

Cavernous Cry

Distant, untrodded virgin lands teasingly call the wanderlust bug to its unfathomable treasures.
The sensory touch of forest leaves…
the sight of green hues contouring blue skies tempt the aspiring nomad…
the instance where only time and space exist, wafts the drifter to the journey which lives its destination every moment.

It stirs, in my soul, an aching desperation to refrain from the mundaneness of this solitary confinement.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

lovely thought process here!
fantastic piece!
keep it going!