Wandering.

Although nearly always alone, while I travel I don’t feel lonely. Exploring feels me. All the new, like finding unmet friends and the wonders that come with them. Places my feet have never met, await. Peaking around corners impatiently. The feeling of travel never leaves me, not even when no travel is under me. My mind wanders alone, fulfilled from the past into fantasies of the future. New is life. Imagine, experiencing what you never could have known, learned by an undetermined journey following intuition. Leave comfort, let instinct guide you. In this one life, be the day to your dream. Arrive into tomorrow wandering like there is not another day, every day.

My alternate galaxy