Hi everyone! This is more of a poem than a story, but it's something that I just typed down, describing the heart and soul of a lonely yet careless wanderer. The winds carry me to wherever I will go, whether I must cross foreign lands, swim through rivers or climb vast mountains, I go wherever I feel I must. I have no destination, I never will. Everything I create is destroyed, except for what I keep inside, for everyone I meet is just another person that will come and go like the rest, no matter how long it may take. My feet may be sore from endless wandering, but my heart will always be sorer. For when you have cried more tears than raindrops have fallen, when you have seen more souls lost than you have sunlight, when you have seen more sand than you have stars in the glow of the night sky, when you have felt the true darkness of the night, and when you can no longer stay in one place any longer... you know for sure, you are a wanderer.
