supreme, time.

i’m so confused. i’ve crossed so many time zones, my body is yearning for stability: in motion, time and place.

but my heart beats heavy against the now. the only reality that matters.

travel is what i was born to do.

i find my feet and walk. across the jungle of adventure staring me down. people, faces, accents, names, time zones. that reality. not dissimilar to what i know, but new enough to make my skin growl with frenzied exaltation.

it’s feeding time for the wanderlust that ravages my soul every ordinary day and night.

i’ll savour these moments, while time reigns supreme.


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