Roaming
- Tevyn Gill
- Oct 16, 2017
- 1 min read
I love experiencing the sheer thrill and freedom of roaming places without an agenda.
The things you find. The things you lose. The places you discover and rediscover. It’s not always pretty or fulfilling, and sometimes you just end up feeling more lost than anything. But, I think there’s a certain beauty to be appreciated in its lost-ness; another part of you that unlocks in these solitary moments of mild but exciting confusion. I must look so dumb as I roam naively, going no where in particular with that smile on my face. But somehow in that moment, I couldn’t care less.
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