Wishful Travellers

If you and I had a chance to live out our wanderlust, it would probably be like this. But first I would have to find you.

Hold my hand and look into my eyes,
Stare at them and hold your gaze,
Let the wind gush through your hoodie,
Ruffle the fringe across my face.

Let's discover the world together,
Explore the fantasies we read in stories,
Define our adventure with memories,
Take our senses on a journey.

Arise by the cove of the river,
Refreshed by morning's mist and dew,
Awaken our souls in the morn,
Taste sunrise on our pasty skin.

Embark on trails that were left behind,
Surrounded by prime forestry,
Listen to the symphony of nature's orchestra,
As daylight regresses to dusk.

Take a deep breath and inhale,
The salty bayou breeze by the sea,
Feel the grit the sand beneath your feet,
Bask gloriously in the rays of sunset.

Be stranded in luscious green meadows,
Plain, stripped beneath the stars,
Nothing but constellations as light,
Fall asleep dreaming of dreams.

Eyes opened to your restful smile,
Your arms tightly wrapped around my torso,
Ready to embrace life anew,
Feeling like the world is our playground.

Taking pictures worth every emotion,
Immortalised till it fades away,
Leaving footprints where we lingered,
Moving till tomorrow becomes today.

- SY
03:03H 12th July 2016
61 Wong Clan


SY is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaids.
She doesn't believe in things that fade and fulfills the promises that she made.
She seeks the hearts of the troubled, to be a listener in times when things are doubled.
She's the kind who stands in the gap, who will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

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