#travelpoetry

Clouds Clouds are like little fish Swimming in a vast, deep ocean, Floating through the eternity of sky. Swept along by the softest breeze, They never die— What a wonderful life. Drifting across the world,

Here we are in the Nether realms chained to a donkey called freedom... Tread ever more lightly on these waters of delusion. Every firm footing wishes to grab your feet longer than its due. Every new shred

it was already dusk by the time we made it to the banks of the Red River, exhausted we dumped our bags on the wet sand and flopped down taking in what lay on the other side bright city lights and the faint