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I wander lonely as a cloud,
over the hills and mountains,
over countries, over continents,
over happy people, people lost in sorrow,
people who are lost !
By vs on 03.15.2011
That feeling you get when you’re stuck inside your mind too long. You walk within it, looking for something, anything new. Panic. You start to realize your only way out is your imagination; to look in oneself and create something. You close your eyes and let your figurative feet move, pace, think, soar. You’re different now. Your thoughts are different now.
By Sophie on 03.15.2011
huir correr, escabullirse por ahi, como en las madrugadas, que no hay nadie todo el silencio, y por ahi sientes una gran libertad, escabullirte como raton , o como una libelula y vuelas. hacia la vida.
By elizabeth on 03.15.2011
To wander is to wonder about life perhaps in a cold forest evening mountain stream where everything is nothing and nothing is to wonder about a cold place in Heaven where mountain streams flow endlessly through pink eyeballs and place themselves in heart shaped boxes to spit out cold blue water through its eye sockets, to wander is to wonder in a fork in the road where angels die and demons fly out of the television screen.
By Jon on 03.15.2011
I like to just wander aimlessly sometimes. If you don’t know how to wander aimlessly than you are missing something in life. I sometimes think what it would be like to wander and never stop.
By M on 03.15.2011
wander. Not all those who wander are lost. my lover, mate, companion wanders and it takes her far from me. I hope I am strong enough to endure the distance. Wait for her to return. Will our paths twine again at some point? Find us wandering together
By robear451 on 03.15.2011
Aimlessly, i follow this path. Looping, zig-zaggedly alone into the unknown. Where will this road lead me? where is my life to end up? Wandering here in the vast mysterious galaxy we call home.
By Sherry on 03.15.2011
i couldn’t find him anywhere. i was frantic. afraid. i could feel my heart beating through my chest, my thoughts, my breath. i felt a cold sweat cover my lower back, a tingling sensation in my hands. i had to hide. to flee. i had to find him. my mind went over these thoughts again and again. no conclusion. no solution. a step forwards. my knees quake.
By gggg on 03.15.2011
I wander in my shoes, worn through so my calloused feet touch the ground. What is the difference between moving and stopping, between wanting and waiting? I can’t know. I just walk aimlessly.
By sillycanadaianwriter URL on 03.15.2011
I’ve been this way before. I can’t imagine where it will take me now. Years have gone and come again and the world is so much bigger now. I don’t understand how a world can seem so much the same and yet so different in iterations.
By sillycanadianwriter URL on 03.15.2011
i wander.. i come back. i wander. i come back. i take my life with me. i bring it back. i wander. i come back. i take my songs with me. i bring them back. i wander i come back. i take my soul. i cant bring it back. its lost. its gone. its wander, never to come back.. in the land of music, the land of goa
By sid on 03.15.2011
i like to eat chips and have an adventure anytime of the day and i like to explore new things like i did the other day and it was pretty cool i found some old records and they are pretty cool, i think imma hang them on my wall!
By maritza URL on 03.15.2011
I wander around this empty earth. Wishing for another voice. Mines just ecos back at me. I wander searching for another heart, that feels the same as me. I wander until I meet that soul that feels like mine. I wander but I know, if I find him, he’ll never be mine.
By Taylor URL on 03.15.2011
wandering it the gift of life
without it life would be boring im glad i have feet
cuz all i need is mt legs some shoe and a camera to capture what beauty has led me to in life and i shall be happy
By maritzaface URL on 03.15.2011
along through clouds of wool in the minefield of the human mind and we can stare at the others who wander along to the tunes that only they can hear, the music that allows our feet to travel their natural journey
By milob10 on 03.15.2011
seems to be the basic process of life. most people wander without discovering anything at all except that they are just that: wanderers. a common fallacy of life.
By Alex Melendrez on 03.15.2011
I wander down a long lonely road, and think about the life I have chosen for myself. Thank you God for teaching and molding me.
By Saz on 03.15.2011
I wonder about wandering. Can I wander somewhere where my mind can wonder about the controversial… the taboo… maybe even just the little things that don’t matter to anyone but me. I’d like to wander somewher
By Mae-may URL on 03.15.2011
at time to figure things out, a endless journey that is ment for the journey rather than the ending. a time to think and reflect
By Drew Wilson on 03.15.2011
sometimes i like to wander through downtown by myself. i wish i went to the river more often… i mean it is right there. water is usually so peaceful, i think part of me doesn’t like wandering alone though. it would be nice to have someone to walk along the river with. on a romantic night. just wandering into each other.
By amal on 03.15.2011
i wander because i have nowhere to go. I don’t get lost because wherever i am, iam supposed to be. I wander the world i get scared and excited. I am irresponsible and love it i miss peoplebut i see them again. always
By fredd on 03.15.2011
your mind, the way you feel, the very touch of the one you love, explore your world, idetify you lovers needs and desires, stay open, fresh, independent
By Alexia Wesley on 03.15.2011
roaming he can never find the object he seeks, but on he trudges down the hard road ahead.
By Jacob URL on 03.15.2011
The act of moving with no particular destination in mind.
By PoBari URL on 03.15.2011
Wandering is what I wish I would be doing now. Wandering in the sea of Nothingness where dreams come true and nothing is an important as something.
By Susan Fourtané URL on 03.15.2011
as i wander through this life i still don’t know what my purpose is…. what shall i do… wander around and see what my next stage is in this journey. i remember when i was younger my dad told me that that my wandering days are over.
By Rebecca Peltier Benedict on 03.15.2011
Wander is to wandering and wandering is to discovering. Not all those who wander are lost and those that are in search of something don’t need to know where they are going, they don’t even need to know what it is. The best discoveries are made when you don’t know what you are even looking for.
By caitlyn wise on 03.15.2011
i wander around the street last night thinking about you. Still remembering the nights when you and me sit infront of Balikpapan beach and share our stories. After 360 days not seeing each other, you made all those days fast forward to minutes when i hear your funny stories.
By kiki URL on 03.15.2011
I’d love to wander if I had the chance…I’d love to walk with nowhere in mind, walk without a destination…I’d love to get lost.
By donna URL on 03.15.2011
Those who wander also gather a wealth of experiences. Better that than to be stagnant.
I wander amidst people, collecting rich experiences and moments to cherish for life.
By Lone Dreamr URL on 03.15.2011
wander along the streets at night with my cigarette burning away thinking of lost love and vanished childhood heroes.i get nostalgic wandering.like alw
By Andrei Butaru URL on 03.15.2011
Through one central station, out of the city, into the next, and we’re back at the station again. They all look the same. But feel your shoes click on the brick beneath your toes and lift, set down, click, lift, skip, and on to the next city, again.
By Kendra on 03.15.2011
i have absoulutely no idea as to what that word means im wondering if its related to wands but that would just be ridiculous i mean how is that even possible honestly me and my imagination, my brain tells me something else
By larrisha on 03.15.2011
When we went walking weekends, we went where William would wander. Wearing wet wear, we’d worry whether weather would wipe wickedly. Windstorms whirled waywardly while William wasted welted wood, wishing with white whiskey and wine.
“Writing. Wrestling with writing.”
By vanhaydu URL on 03.15.2011
My thoughts really do tend to wander. They stray unchecked over the meadows and pastures of my mind like oh so many hungry cows looking for more green grass. However, there are one or two that dodge around these others and weave in and out of all the traffic to get to one thing. These thoughts are not cows, slowly ambling their way to wherever they wish to be. These thoughts are swift, brilliant and fast like swallows. They fly over the extraneous things and head straight to the most important thing and that thing… is you.
By Stooshie URL on 03.15.2011
As I wander through the darkness looking for the light at the end of the tunnel, I build strength, knowing that as I move forwards I am a step closer to reaching my destiny
By Xylvablue on 03.15.2011
At this time of the year it is lovely to take a wander along St Patrick’s Trail. Drinking in the scenery and getting lost in thought and finishing off with a Guinness of course!
By matilda URL on 03.15.2011
I wandered along the country lane enjoying the beautiful weather. The sun was shining on my face and my boots were treading on the hard surface. When I a tractor coming near I instinctively moved to the side of the lane. What came around the crrorne
By Judith URL on 03.15.2011
going somewhere you don’t know. misguided an illusion not knowing where to go and flowing your mind and spirit down a long dark road there will be something waiting. you have to find it. no end no results no fear.
By Zeleny on 03.15.2011
There are times that I would turn my thoughts loose to wander, and invariably they would run to the shelter of your being. Of your strength, your passion, your morality,..
By Lauren Tibbitts-TElizabethravisLauren elizabeth on 03.15.2011
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