Journeys
I went searching for a journey, some trip I might have taken or was about to. All I could think of was our childhood. The impermanence of it, the incessant moving. It seemed to never end and then it was over in a flash.
I went searching for a journey, some trip I might have taken or was about to. All I could think of was our childhood. The impermanence of it, the incessant moving. It seemed to never end and then it was over in a flash.