awkward greeting.
stare at you for a few seconds.
enthralled by your presence.
snapping out of it.
trying to light the cigarette that you offered.
instinctively prying myself out of the driver seat.
letting you drive.

getting lost.



Contentment. That’s what I need. I never really know where to go..
or what to want.. Never knew what I needed.
It’s like I want this thing to materialize but when its actually happening…
I run. Bolt. Charge. Fly. Im really flipping out right now.
I cant use that as an excuse. There is no warrant.
I want to be more but at the same time less.
not ready. I am not ready.
I dont want to hurt him… or me?

A dream: A huge tsunami slammed against my body.


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Endless adventures. Getting lost. Wander. Drift-away. Vagabond.
These past few weeks my urge to run away has been satiated.
I adore this formidable and delirious feeling as I wander the streets.
Go to unusual places. Meeting new people. I feel the satisfaction.
The day ends.
I lock myself in my room.
Lay in my bed feeling blue.
My mind begins to wonder.
Maybe.. just maybe.. the reason why I feel the need to move aimlessly
is because deep inside Im lost? and I need someone to find me.