I lay on my bed
Resting my head
On 2 pillows
While 1 suffices
I lie contemplating
The time that's passed
The experiences so profound
That have just occurred
For when you travel, you see
You move around
And you watch
Your soul dance
You feel light and giddy
Experience joy and freedom
For your shackles, they break free
Your little world grows
To now include the magnitude
Of this large world
Your home becomes larger
And ceases to be, just another building
The more you see
The longer you stay out
Your world continues to grow
And then one day
You come back
To a street that's too familiar
To a building on a lane
A place you call, your house
But the feeling is strange
Trying my best not to fall asleep so as to catch the early morning flight.
Last minute plans !
Creating own adventures !
I know it sounds so childish , but I do wish people who have the passion to travel and explore , have what it takes to find new and exciting things . But ... unfortunately they can’t do what they desire because travel needs money . All you have to do is , is show how much you’re enthusiastic about traveling and make everyone feel happy and safe during journey , and that’s it !!! . That’s all what it needs to be a traveler . The airports and governments should make it free for all enthusiastic travelers to travel . Now that’s a real freedom .
May it be a traveling through places or life.
The journeys are often harder, for the destinations always gives pleasure.
- the nomad pen.
I wonder what's going to happen the day I'm let out of the cage I'm currently kept in. I can imagine myself flying around like a butterfly. I hope I don't die of happiness when I'm set free. That's how much I'm waiting to be freed. I want to live my life like all other women live. I don't even get to go out whenever I like to. Old man (uncle) restricts me. I don't remember when I last watched a cinema. Maybe three years ago. I finally lost interest in watching a movie even on my laptop or TV. I don't want to let my little desires die a tragic death. I want them to be alive. Someday I'll get an opportunity to fly. I'm sure! But then, I hope I don't come crying back to my cage. Lemme be optimis...
Good Morning from Ohio🌼
Have a lovely and refreshing weekend!
Please make sure you are good yourself, self care is necessary!
Sit and just be, everything can wait.
Forgive yourself, you're beautifully human.
Look for the miracles!
Life is not that complicated, the later you figure it out more simpler it gets !
The sombre sky of this languid evening was very much different today, perhaps because I didn't have to ache my neck and crane it upwards to look at it but instead, I just had to gaze down to see the clouds floating like damp cotton balls, as if they seized some pain inside them, collecting miseries of souls above whom they hovered. 35,000 feet above the ground , high above; amidst these clouds of sorrows, I stared out of the tiny window into oblivion to see the horizon painted in different shades of soothing fire of passion. Of compassionate love. Of shades of red, orange and yellow.
A flock of birds flew by as if to peck the floating yet stagnant clouds to mould them into messages for a lo...
You ask me who
inspired me So much to travel
They are no other than my parents
You know what
They plan a monthly trip
They travel every month
They teach me one thing
Travelling can be best adventure
Of ur life
And you can be urself when you travel
So i just love travelling more than anything dear
From- The Traveler
Mr Not So Perfect
My eyes stings. My brain strains. My eyes are desert dry but my mind cries with emotion. I miss him. With all of my heart I cannot live without him. Across the world here I am. I am supposed to be having the time of my life but instead all I can this about is him. Him. He is the one on my mind. When it is night here I think of how his day is going and i wish him a goodnight before I go to work. And I am probably wasting my experiences. I'm not living in the moments because all I can think about is what he is doing. The only person I will talk to is him. And I am amazed at the speed messages carry across the world. And even though now we just type on our phones, pouring our hearts out. One day...
In the shower,
I stand there
With my eyes closed,
Only for a moment,
You walking in behind me
Taking any opportunity
To see me naked
Admiring all of what
I have been fortunate with.
Calling me sexy,
As my inner goddess
Does the splits...
I love it when you
Call me sexy...~E.M. Fraser
Travelling gives me happiness,
It is the different cultures that I love to witness.
I am here at Indonesia,
My feelings want to ooze out but I feel I'm under some strange anesthesia.
Its not because I'm at a new place,
But the fact that it was my husband that flew me over the airspace.
It was the best flight of my life,
I'm sure my husband felt the same, flying his wife.
Its just the beginning, waiting for many more to to come,
Being the pilot wife and getting all the extra attention is so much fun.
Wishing you all the success, may you keep flying high,
Looking forward to spending lesser time at home and more above the sky.
Love you Garry❤️
I love to explore the little things around me and take a moment to capture the beautiful and bizarre moments going on.
There's no such thing as one love
There's no such thing as two extremes
There's no such thing as a love triangle ⛛
There's no such thing as four corners of the earth
As far as I know, I love myself and so do I love him
We may be different but have same dreams
And that love triangle has books in between
About the four corners... Well we are still spinning with love so brimming!
A friend told me to write down everything that bothers me, or weighs heavy , crumble the piece of paper and bury in the sand ,along with those Feelings.
I love that concept, not just the symbolism behind it, but because it makes you truly connect with how you feel and think it through, bring it up to your consciousness and let it go.
I also enjoy learning from other's experience, I wish I listened more often earlier in life.
We tend to think we know best or make it hard on ourselves by trying it all from the start.
Sometimes, it is beneficial to learn from those who suffered before us.. Just a random thought
She knew she belonged somewhere else. The trouble is, when she arrives at her destination, the feelings of elsewhere and otherness resurface; and the journey continues...
I looked at her, even though the room was unilluminated. In the pitch blackness that followed, I could still make out her body's lining. She still had the luminosity that could put even the sun and all the other stars to shame. She had an aura and a bright light of herself. Her eyes still had that gleam, they still glowed, they still borrowed breaths from her aging lungs even though they spoke of infancy. She still had the capability of captivating my heart. She still could bring time to a standstill, hamper with it and warp it in a way that made me stagnant, froze all the moments and memories and also astounded me. They said I was broken and indeed I was broken as a whole. It wasn't just my ...
Dear Tired & Weary Wanderer,
I see you.
I see you even when you don't see yourself.
Be still even when the skies weep and the oceans roar.
Let go even when your heart refuses to accept what your mind already knows.
Love even when your heart can't take being hurt anymore.
Lonely and lost wanderer, none of us are walking for each other, but we are also not walking alone.
You are your own sanctuary, come, take refuge here.
Pencil and erasers were use to be buddies with notebook of life
Write it, rub it,erase it, sharpen it before you make entires.
Pages too were friendly, blank but with guidelines, to make it easier entires.
As time passing by,eraser and sharpen left pencil,
To survive in this world, pencil adapt new changes,
And it became pen,strong,stiff, likes to mingle with brain.
Notebook of life also made some choices and it allowed indefinite changes but with no guidelines,no rulers, blank n white.
Pen loves to write whatever brain wants n notebook welcomes all but with a catch as a loss of eraser,
pen don't allows changes and thats how notebook has to suffer now with hard coded entries.