Wander
This feeling of being lost to wander these chaotic and intriguing lands has a warm feeling of home.
The mountains and his eyes share the same depth and captivating beauty;
I get utterly lost in them.
But this feeling of being lost to wander these chaotic and intriguing lands has a warm feeling of home.
I will adventure through any terrain of this place over and over again,
Fighting through every storm I come across until my very last breath
Just to see his eyes crinkle up when he laughs.
To me,
That is my sunrise and sunset over these mountains of his, hidden behind a vast unknown forest.
And his laugh -
His goddamn fucking laugh -
It is music to my ears.
It's the sound of the ocean hitting the shore when dawn breaks,
And God, does it ever sound beautiful.
About the Creator
Michelle Lui
Writer and artist by moonlight, procrastinator and cigarette/coffee fueled Canadian by daylight.
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