Wanderlust

I have trapped my soul in a concrete prison

But I can feel the wanderlust pulling at my soul

My lungs begging for the cool clean air

Filling my eyes with stars

My skin begs for cool breeze and the kiss of moonlight

My ears cry out for the soft rustle of leaves and the soft lapping of water on the sand

I can feel the song of the mountains calling to me

My soul cries out for nature

I have trapped my soul in a concrete prison

My lungs filled with the smell of pavement and exhaust

The stars choked out by the sparkling lights of the city

My skin tingling with the warmth seeping from the pavement

My ears filled with the neverending rush of cars and never stopping people

But in my soul I can feel the soft, distant song of the mountains

When I close my eyes, I can remember the smell of the clean fresh air

When I close my eyes, I can almost see the sparkling stars

When I close my eyes, I can imagine my whirring fan is the cool mountain breeze

When I close my eyes, I can remember the calm soft song of the mountains

Wanderlust is where my soul is home

I can feel my soul stretched between my concrete prison and the soft songs of the mountains

My soul was born in the sweet embrace of wanderlust

This is where my soul resides

I have trapped my soul in a concrete prison

But I can feel the wanderlust pulling at my soul

miscellaneousmao:

An Oddish bunch of cupcakes 🌱 Had some cake ingredients left, so I had some fun making the rest of the Odd(ish) family out of buttercream! 🌺 The more practice the better, right? 🤗

Also belatedly dug out my silicone planter baking cups and realized they fit perfectly, so now they’d look right at home on my windowsill 😂

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