Wanderlust

I’ve always thought that I’m not easy on the eyes so you might find it hard staring at me.

It takes more than 2 or 3 bottles of beer and a 3-am conversation to get to know me but I love the idea of getting lost somewhere and not caring who the fuck we are while singing until we’re out of breath.

This lips of mine has not visited that many places. It still has been dreaming of finding its home.

i learned at an early age that i have to work hard just to win their love i learned that i have to spend sleepless nights while learning how to use the  right preposition or the formula to get the velocity or memorize the periodic table of elements or how to find the value of x but i’ve been too busy looking for the values of things that i forgot how to get mine rejection has been a common company to me that i used to think that it was my best friend

i got so addicted to people’s approval that i became a complete stranger to myself

i have learned to leave without saying goodbye like i did when i was  18 when i finally lost it i have learned to leave without saying goodbye because i hate to see people not caring and i always say that i don’t care but i do