going no where and getting somewhere, looking for something worth finding, and letting circumstance be my master plan. I go there because my feet took me, and I did not object.
so he chose to move, walk, wander, run, and then sprint in one direction. No paths, roads or sidewalks. Just run strait. Through creeks and rivers, over mountains and through forests. No goal. Just to go in a strait line and see where he ended up.
i wander threw a world wehere i have no idea where i am going like a little adventure. like a fish threw water. i am a person in a crowd just wandering.
I am wandering away from my friends it seems. I wish it were just physically or geographically, but it is not. It is sadly a wandering of minds. I grow further and further away from what they are. It is making what I am something for my mind to wander on about.
Oooo you can wander in SO many ways. I let my mind wander all the time. As i am falling asleep i lie in bed and imagine myself wandering down a path in a garden, greeted by my guardian angel who i speak to about my day and anything else that is bothering me. I like to wander on my lunch breaks down to the church garden – it is beautiful
Sometimes I wish that I had all the time in the world just to go to a random field and wander. Maybe i would end up wandering into a forest, or at a lake, or into a town, or an abandoned shack. Maybe I would end up wandering into someone’s country home, or into a garden, or maybe, I would just have wandered into your arms.
That is what we do through most of our life, whether we acknowledge it or not.
Really, I wonder … how many people actually know what they are doing? How many people on this earth are not just hanging onto life by their fingernails?
Wandering, wandering, wandering. Is there a destination? If so, what? Why?
I began to wander around the meadow. It seemed ironic to me. There were billions of flowers in this small, encompassed area. It was exactly like Twilight. But I knew Edward was a lie, and a creep. My lover was gone forever. His body soon to grow flowers like this meadow.
once i thought about wandering through the woods. i didn’t know what i would find there and i thought about all of the adventure at i could have… i thought about hanzel and gretel and little red riding hood and other such fables. so i was brave and i did. i wandered thrugh the woods and i found many things that i wouldn’t have before. i found a meadow and a babbling brooke.
Not all who wander are lost. I think that’s true. I love to wander. It’s freeing. There’s no pressure. It’s enjoying life when life isn’t giving you boundaries. Everyone should wander. I am not as much as a wanderer as I’d like to be.
I feel like I’m wandering in life, seeking some destination but not knowing where it is. I’m going somewhere but unsure of where. I’m merely walking.
Stumbling.
Falling.
Climbing.
All for some unseen goal and purpose. I don’t think that this is honestly a good thing and I need to find my purpose.
but then again, not all who wander are lost.
The wanderer came into town today. It is the second time I’ve seen him, and it just might be the last. Although that is what he told me the last time, so one can never know. He sat on the bench and told me about far away lands, the people he met and the differences of the world. When I turned around he disappeared.
i like to wander in the woods around my house. sometimes my head wanders, sometimes amy feet do the wandering. i want to become a real wanderer though…like someone who travels and sees the world. i’ve never even been to any other country but canada. i want to go to france.
i have dreams where i wander around. i leave my house in search of a happier life. i need to get out and find what im looking for…happiness. i wont find it living in my shit load of a house. if i want happiness, i might have to wander around different places to find it.
And so we wander
Together
For what seems like eternities
Where are we headed?
Where will we end up?
Where will our fates leave us?
At least we’re together
Wandering
For what seems like eternities
Eternities, spent together.
I wander aimlessly through my writing. In life I have to stay on a strict path. But in my writing I can wander to other worlds, other lives, and see what would happen if I had made different choices along the way. My pen is the vessl of my wandering. But my feet are jealous.
Let us wander through our minds for awhile. We will hold hands and speak no words. Let us wander through each others hearts and still speak no words. Together we will only wander, wander, wander.
I wander through the tall grass, brushing it’s tips with my fingers. The dark sky speaks of a coming storm, but I don’t want to go inside. I love the rain. Thunder, lightning. It’s beautiful. Dangerous, but irresistible.
wandering through her wonderland, she couldn’t help but smile; the air was filled with little but musical whisperings of madness, each a tiny revelation of the insanity deep within thought-full forests.
today i wandered down the street to people watch. while i was wandering i spotted an old woman crossing the street. The woman smiled at me so i crossed the street to talk to her. i told her what i was doing and she said, “girl, wander’s are the es
Where do you go when your all alone? What do you find when you turn off the light, when you hear something real something imaginary or fake. what is life or learned thoughts without perceptional devotion, where do you wander when I’m gone?
I was wandering around the forest when I came across a jump rope. I found that to be bizzare, so I picked it up. Eventually two trees came up and started jumping rope with me. I was in awe at the thought that, that could actually happen. Then I realized, I was on acid and I knew that wasn’t actually happening. I stumbled on home.
i was wandering around one day in my woods behind my house. I wasn’t really looking for anything, but one day i found a little box under some leaves. I picked up the box and dusted the dirt off. The box was silver with an ingraving that was hard to read because of the dirt that was incased in the words. i went back to my house and went into the bathroom. I rinsed the box in the sink, and the dirt melted away. The inscription said, open me now. I didn’t know what to do! I wanted to open it now like it said, but i didn’t want something to happen. NOw i know it’s silly of me to think that anything like the stories would happen. I was half hoping it would. I took the chance. I opened the box. I shut my eyes and counted to 10. I slowly opened my eyes and hoped to find myself in another world. all i got was an anti climax and found myself in my own bathroom still. i sighed and looked inside the box. There was only a small piece of paper and a tiny purple rock. I held the rock in my fingers examined it. it was smooth to the touch and cold. I put the rock in my pocket and picked up the piece of paper. On it were some words that were so hard to read. My guess is it was in this box for years! I put the box in my pocket and went to my room. I laid the piece of paper out on my desk and turned my lamp on. I rummaged around in my drawers until i found some paper and a pencil
he is wander, is all, is like a super man.once i wanted somebody like him, but the see came to clean with all this.y never know how a man called wind, could exist
I wander along the empty streets today. and I didnt find you. And i didnt find myself. It was only emptiness. Why did you leave? honey why did you leave me? I am still wandering here without you.
And he leaves his home, key in his pocket with a heart filled with dread. “What shall I do, then?” he thought, feeling so aimless in his quest for misguided perfection. It all seems so surreal–just going here and there–with no destination in mind and a goal to accomplish. Too bad. It won’t work.
I have absolutely no idea what I just saw. It looked like the fucking Declaration of Independence or a scroll or some shit. What the fuck is this atrocity? Derp.
He tripped and kicked up dust with his flying feet. The cloud cleared but in his mind there was still an impenetrable membrane. He couldn’t think. All he could do was walk until he arrived at where he was supposed to be.
Life just feels like I’m wandering around these days. Not in a bad way. But in an exploring way. I get to see whatever I want, and learn. This is only a luxury you are afforded when you are young. When you are older, it is time to take that education and act on it. But for now, I wander.
travelling everywhere without purpose and with purpose and having fun doing it alone or with someone else its a beautiful life oh yea it is trotting all over the place footloose and fancy free, no tiedowns no commitments but not wasting it nor abusing it but being free free free oh yeah and the world is yours day and night as you want to enjoy it – so set off and freely move around the earth – time is limitless and the days and nights are all open to you for you 24/7 oh yea just get up and move move move anywhere everywhere all over wherever however, it is just the best ever ever so enjoy and go a sauntering all over the world as the spirit moves you and as your soul is inclined, it is a gift and a blessing for you to enjoy to the fullest and it will never come back to you again for today so take it and make it great in your life, living it to the most and to the best, that’s the fun of it and it is a freedom you are offered freely to take hold and fill your life as your life should be filled, never forget its a prize you cannot pass up and an experience you will not want to miss wherever it leads you however it leads you with whomever it leads you, love it, engage it, live it, you only have one lifetime to make the most and the best of so don’t waste it but embrace it
I wandered into a bar and a man didn’t look at me the right way. I took out my gun, but he was faster. I never got the chance to see anyone else’s face.
My mind wanders all the time … in and out of the cave’s crevices … all over the bright green world of my dreams, under the bridges I have burned and along the beaches I have left my footprints on and toward the goals I set for myself. My mind wanders and wonders, wonders and wanders what it will encounter when it finally stops wandering.
I actually rarely wander as much as I would really like to. I live out where wandering would be perfect with lots of trails and trees and rivers and sights to see, but I just don’t wander. Whenever work ends, all I really want to do is go home and sit on the couch. It’s really kind of depressing when you think about it. Some time, I should just go out…
sometimes my mind wanders, even as i write and type. i often know not where it goes, except to dismal places far below. but then again, it soars above and i am wandering no more. but searching this happy place, seeking answers. i like this webpage. yes.
going no where and getting somewhere, looking for something worth finding, and letting circumstance be my master plan. I go there because my feet took me, and I did not object.
so he chose to move, walk, wander, run, and then sprint in one direction. No paths, roads or sidewalks. Just run strait. Through creeks and rivers, over mountains and through forests. No goal. Just to go in a strait line and see where he ended up.
i wander threw a world wehere i have no idea where i am going like a little adventure. like a fish threw water. i am a person in a crowd just wandering.
I am wandering away from my friends it seems. I wish it were just physically or geographically, but it is not. It is sadly a wandering of minds. I grow further and further away from what they are. It is making what I am something for my mind to wander on about.
Oooo you can wander in SO many ways. I let my mind wander all the time. As i am falling asleep i lie in bed and imagine myself wandering down a path in a garden, greeted by my guardian angel who i speak to about my day and anything else that is bothering me. I like to wander on my lunch breaks down to the church garden – it is beautiful
Sometimes I wish that I had all the time in the world just to go to a random field and wander. Maybe i would end up wandering into a forest, or at a lake, or into a town, or an abandoned shack. Maybe I would end up wandering into someone’s country home, or into a garden, or maybe, I would just have wandered into your arms.
Wandering!
That is what we do through most of our life, whether we acknowledge it or not.
Really, I wonder … how many people actually know what they are doing? How many people on this earth are not just hanging onto life by their fingernails?
Wandering, wandering, wandering. Is there a destination? If so, what? Why?
I began to wander around the meadow. It seemed ironic to me. There were billions of flowers in this small, encompassed area. It was exactly like Twilight. But I knew Edward was a lie, and a creep. My lover was gone forever. His body soon to grow flowers like this meadow.
once i thought about wandering through the woods. i didn’t know what i would find there and i thought about all of the adventure at i could have… i thought about hanzel and gretel and little red riding hood and other such fables. so i was brave and i did. i wandered thrugh the woods and i found many things that i wouldn’t have before. i found a meadow and a babbling brooke.
Not all who wander are lost. I think that’s true. I love to wander. It’s freeing. There’s no pressure. It’s enjoying life when life isn’t giving you boundaries. Everyone should wander. I am not as much as a wanderer as I’d like to be.
I feel like I’m wandering in life, seeking some destination but not knowing where it is. I’m going somewhere but unsure of where. I’m merely walking.
Stumbling.
Falling.
Climbing.
All for some unseen goal and purpose. I don’t think that this is honestly a good thing and I need to find my purpose.
but then again, not all who wander are lost.
not all who wander are lost. to wander is to let go, to let what will be, be. it is about possibilities and futures, and it is a beautiful thing.
Seemlessly wandering, aimless,
nowhere to be, a place, a time
so lost, so mindless.
Keeping time,
to dream, to see,
the void.
The wanderer came into town today. It is the second time I’ve seen him, and it just might be the last. Although that is what he told me the last time, so one can never know. He sat on the bench and told me about far away lands, the people he met and the differences of the world. When I turned around he disappeared.
As I look down this road
with my feet going one after another
I think and pray that you are at the end
The sun is down and I can’t see
but when I close my eyes
I look into yours
and I place my feet forward again.
i like to wander in the woods around my house. sometimes my head wanders, sometimes amy feet do the wandering. i want to become a real wanderer though…like someone who travels and sees the world. i’ve never even been to any other country but canada. i want to go to france.
i have dreams where i wander around. i leave my house in search of a happier life. i need to get out and find what im looking for…happiness. i wont find it living in my shit load of a house. if i want happiness, i might have to wander around different places to find it.
And so we wander
Together
For what seems like eternities
Where are we headed?
Where will we end up?
Where will our fates leave us?
At least we’re together
Wandering
For what seems like eternities
Eternities, spent together.
lonely….scared. but confident. smiles to himself but thinks deeply. seee’s things more brilliantly. loves.
I wander aimlessly through my writing. In life I have to stay on a strict path. But in my writing I can wander to other worlds, other lives, and see what would happen if I had made different choices along the way. My pen is the vessl of my wandering. But my feet are jealous.
I was wandering in the maze of my thought when I found myself on your doors and sky was crying on my face.
Let us wander through our minds for awhile. We will hold hands and speak no words. Let us wander through each others hearts and still speak no words. Together we will only wander, wander, wander.
I wander through the tall grass, brushing it’s tips with my fingers. The dark sky speaks of a coming storm, but I don’t want to go inside. I love the rain. Thunder, lightning. It’s beautiful. Dangerous, but irresistible.
wandering through her wonderland, she couldn’t help but smile; the air was filled with little but musical whisperings of madness, each a tiny revelation of the insanity deep within thought-full forests.
today i wandered down the street to people watch. while i was wandering i spotted an old woman crossing the street. The woman smiled at me so i crossed the street to talk to her. i told her what i was doing and she said, “girl, wander’s are the es
Where do you go when your all alone? What do you find when you turn off the light, when you hear something real something imaginary or fake. what is life or learned thoughts without perceptional devotion, where do you wander when I’m gone?
I was wandering around the forest when I came across a jump rope. I found that to be bizzare, so I picked it up. Eventually two trees came up and started jumping rope with me. I was in awe at the thought that, that could actually happen. Then I realized, I was on acid and I knew that wasn’t actually happening. I stumbled on home.
i was wandering around one day in my woods behind my house. I wasn’t really looking for anything, but one day i found a little box under some leaves. I picked up the box and dusted the dirt off. The box was silver with an ingraving that was hard to read because of the dirt that was incased in the words. i went back to my house and went into the bathroom. I rinsed the box in the sink, and the dirt melted away. The inscription said, open me now. I didn’t know what to do! I wanted to open it now like it said, but i didn’t want something to happen. NOw i know it’s silly of me to think that anything like the stories would happen. I was half hoping it would. I took the chance. I opened the box. I shut my eyes and counted to 10. I slowly opened my eyes and hoped to find myself in another world. all i got was an anti climax and found myself in my own bathroom still. i sighed and looked inside the box. There was only a small piece of paper and a tiny purple rock. I held the rock in my fingers examined it. it was smooth to the touch and cold. I put the rock in my pocket and picked up the piece of paper. On it were some words that were so hard to read. My guess is it was in this box for years! I put the box in my pocket and went to my room. I laid the piece of paper out on my desk and turned my lamp on. I rummaged around in my drawers until i found some paper and a pencil
he is wander, is all, is like a super man.once i wanted somebody like him, but the see came to clean with all this.y never know how a man called wind, could exist
I wander along the empty streets today. and I didnt find you. And i didnt find myself. It was only emptiness. Why did you leave? honey why did you leave me? I am still wandering here without you.
‘is your mid wandering?” “No, Mr.Alexandar, my mind is not wandering” “Well what is the declension of agricolae?”
“Strong like bull” “Gay rancher” “I don’t own a college, IONA college”
And he leaves his home, key in his pocket with a heart filled with dread. “What shall I do, then?” he thought, feeling so aimless in his quest for misguided perfection. It all seems so surreal–just going here and there–with no destination in mind and a goal to accomplish. Too bad. It won’t work.
I have absolutely no idea what I just saw. It looked like the fucking Declaration of Independence or a scroll or some shit. What the fuck is this atrocity? Derp.
He tripped and kicked up dust with his flying feet. The cloud cleared but in his mind there was still an impenetrable membrane. He couldn’t think. All he could do was walk until he arrived at where he was supposed to be.
Life just feels like I’m wandering around these days. Not in a bad way. But in an exploring way. I get to see whatever I want, and learn. This is only a luxury you are afforded when you are young. When you are older, it is time to take that education and act on it. But for now, I wander.
travelling everywhere without purpose and with purpose and having fun doing it alone or with someone else its a beautiful life oh yea it is trotting all over the place footloose and fancy free, no tiedowns no commitments but not wasting it nor abusing it but being free free free oh yeah and the world is yours day and night as you want to enjoy it – so set off and freely move around the earth – time is limitless and the days and nights are all open to you for you 24/7 oh yea just get up and move move move anywhere everywhere all over wherever however, it is just the best ever ever so enjoy and go a sauntering all over the world as the spirit moves you and as your soul is inclined, it is a gift and a blessing for you to enjoy to the fullest and it will never come back to you again for today so take it and make it great in your life, living it to the most and to the best, that’s the fun of it and it is a freedom you are offered freely to take hold and fill your life as your life should be filled, never forget its a prize you cannot pass up and an experience you will not want to miss wherever it leads you however it leads you with whomever it leads you, love it, engage it, live it, you only have one lifetime to make the most and the best of so don’t waste it but embrace it
I wandered into a bar and a man didn’t look at me the right way. I took out my gun, but he was faster. I never got the chance to see anyone else’s face.
My mind wanders all the time … in and out of the cave’s crevices … all over the bright green world of my dreams, under the bridges I have burned and along the beaches I have left my footprints on and toward the goals I set for myself. My mind wanders and wonders, wonders and wanders what it will encounter when it finally stops wandering.
I actually rarely wander as much as I would really like to. I live out where wandering would be perfect with lots of trails and trees and rivers and sights to see, but I just don’t wander. Whenever work ends, all I really want to do is go home and sit on the couch. It’s really kind of depressing when you think about it. Some time, I should just go out…
sometimes my mind wanders, even as i write and type. i often know not where it goes, except to dismal places far below. but then again, it soars above and i am wandering no more. but searching this happy place, seeking answers. i like this webpage. yes.