Wednesday, August 3, 2011

It Is Funny...

... For being away from sea and walking land for some time, meeting natives and so forth, it kindles a tinder hearth of warmth- basically, of home, of childhood memories.

I came across a journeyman of two decades only whom wished nothing more except to travel. I questioned with,
"You must have a home, a city you can call home?"
"No- been to too many places."
"Ever want to go back to the place that made you the most?"
"Not really- what for? No one knew my name."

I subconsciously registered this comment too close to my own home, my heart. I simply want the best for my hometown... I do.

As soon as the thought ended, he walked away - and I walked the other way.

The search continues on-

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