there was a time where i dreamed of jumping off a cliff hoping there would be a small cloud waiting to embrace me and slowly put my feet back on solid ground, it wasnt a ground it was a bed..

The bed that was the ground is now a chair in hall of peers all in lines talking about how life has so much to offer.

the chair was now a device that held information that was above and beyond...the unimaginable..the device was now tickets of promises to a place where the sound of humming was a sound of screaming but not too loud incase the villager will hear you.

the tickets were gone and i was left with the marks of solid ground engraved in between my toes as if shoes were over rated. the cliff was overated.  dreams were over rated.  That 'device' was so predictable even I knew it was going to rain and that the last plane would fall from the sky like a black hawk.

until every cloud parted I was just tired and lost in my own mind.

A world of unexplained stories waiting to be told, but the cloud just couldnt catch me.

and I was just a traveller with a case of wanderlust.