Monday, April 30, 2012


there is beauty in the nomads life, a blooming kind of freedom that, knowing you don't belong anywhere, will overgrow your mind and make you feel like belonging everywhere.
you're wandering under the same stars that started to fill your eyes and fall down on your hair but your feet are touching unknown grounds and those old faces are slowling vanishing to memories, their places always being mirrored in the new ones.
your own face, a changing reflection in the waters glowing with a light from within you will never stop fighting for. it is the only constant.

you barely hear your own thoughts in this storm that brought you here but
you will surrender what you are for what you will become.this is what it feels like, walking on stardust.

- found on boheme musings 
x leo x

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