Seldom, I think of you
Like sunken snowflakes still in spring
Cobwebs in my memory, trapping little things
Seldom, I think of you
They tell me you were bright as a rainbow
But in my mind a fuzzy grey, I don’t dare to say like an arrow
Seldom, I think of you
If I could I would whisper I’m sorry
But I’m climbing up my hills, through the vines growing gnarly
Seldom, think of you
If I’m honest it’s more like rare
I can almost hear the shouts of despair but my mind draws clear...
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T. Licht
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A telegram to Little Me
I acquired a magical souvenir; it was a realisation. By taking an impulsive trip to Thailand, I awarded myself the chance to have it. You are our own gift shop. You choose the opening times, you choose the stock. They are the very nature of wisdom, realisations. One could say we collect them and form a magnificent portfolio entitled Experience. And that's why we do the majority of things we do. But travelling is the act most generous in the offering of experience, the gift shop with the best stock. We go on the hunt for experiences, daring ourselves to be stimulated in new ways, by new flavours. To sweat, swim or shiver in the waters of new challenges. To hear new sounds, learn novel outlooks, and relish as hinges creak with unknown doors opening in our hearts and minds. This realisation and the flourishing effect it had upon me made Thailand my best trip yet. All this realisation consisted of was merely a stripped back epiphany of why we do these things. See new places, take new risks, seek refreshing distractions from all that we're tired of being familiar with.
By Konrad Kramp3 days ago in Wander
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