Such beautiful words as well as the feeling it carries on its wings.
The hurt, the sadness is but a sweet one!
Tells us about the true longing, the simple reason of life!
To move, never stop, forever go on.
Not to find anything in particular, just to find.
For me there is no home and i am scared of finding it.
Home finding it means leaving.
As for wandering
never look back.
Behind you just lays what you have seen already and from what you moved on.