It sounds so far away and different. I like different places. I like any places that isn’t here.

It will no longer be necessary to leave one’s own home in order to find work in the surrounding districts, which means spending week after week away from home, for no matter how restless a...

While she was in transit, being unattached was exhilarating, but the moment she stopped, so did the high.

because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars…

I ease into the idea of letting go of control and simply let life take the reins. And when I don’t hold it so tightly, it doesn’t thrash against me so wildly. It calms to...

There was something much greater she needed to feed her soul, and perhaps one day soon she would go…

The desire to go home that is a desire to be whole, to know where you are, to be the point of intersection of all the lines drawn through all the stars, to be the...

It might be well enough to wander if you’ve a place and people to come back to, but I tell you now there’s no desolation like wanting to go home and truly not knowing where...

The beauty he saw in her was the beauty she forgot to see in herself and what a beautiful reminder, that love is what will see us all through.

…but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.

I was forced to wander, having no one, forced by my nature to keep wandering because wandering was the only thing that I believed in, and the only thing that believed in me.

You thought too hard. Same with travel. You can’t work too much at it, or it feels like work. You have to surrender yourself to the chaos. To the accidents.

will I ever get over the pull I feel to both of these places?

I keep going backas if Im looking for something I have lostback to the motherland, sisterland, fatherlandback to the beacon, the breastthe smell and taste of the breeze,and the singing of the rain.

i dont live in a fantasy; just a dream, that’s to hard for some to believe.

In the hours waking,when we’re still all still,and you can hear the floorboards creaking,and you can feel the shades blow in,the night we slept with,we’ll never kiss like that again.Our lips, will sever, our memories,...

Without knowing why or how, I found myself in love with this strange Wanderess. Maybe I was just in love with the dream she was selling me: a life of destiny and fate; as my...