i wander along all alone and wish we couldjust go home. but where did it go. do i have a home. do i even know. i need to go. wandering forever trying to find my niche, my hole. i wish i could, i wish.
jeffery lucille
we wander what we wonder we see what we cant, but we always wander. Wonder and wander whats the difference? penguins wander and we wonder who knows? only you and only me we wander in the sea!
i wander i search i try so hard to seek who i am . i live in this big world full of wandering souls all seeking peace and happines yet we find so much destruction on the way? what have we done to this beautiful world. we kill it with our every breath.
julianne
I love to wander. I think of trees and rivers. cities also come to mind. the sounds and sights of a forest. Birds, trees, swimming in the nude. fishing. wandering through music. discovery. meeting people and wandering through their love. getting to know them and wandering through their soul.
Michael Dalton
All seventeen children chose to wander away from the playground. Deliberately and spitefully, they found a moment their mommies were engaged in fervent conversation about the latest reality TV shows. Little Sammie had had enough of “scheduled playdates” and “facetime with her peers” and organized the walk-out.
Soon they were greeted by another group of children from the playground across the neighborhood, and soon, another playground. As the mob grew larger and more energetic, they started flipping cars over and throwing rocks at old ladies. Before long, as the city hall burned, four fighter jets dispatched by the Pentagon flew over the town, dropping a payload of Ambien-laced Happy Meals. Order was soon restored and the parents lived happily ever after, though a little more wary.
Wandering is wonderful. There is nothing like going somewhere but you’re not sure where that place is exactly. Fantastic thing it is. I have discovered so many phenomenal things while wandering.
Wanderer’s are not people, but of a higher breed. A species bolder than man, braver than any of us who choose to stay planted to our spots. Our roots grow deep, but theirs taste soil that ours have never dreampt of. Wanderers are the stuff of dreams. Become a wanderer. Start your future now.
Let them call you Wanderer, but let it not be an insult, let it compliment you, ring in your ear.
Fuck your job, your house, your whole grain cereal. Go explore, adventure off the beaten path. Gather your courage and go where your imagination takes you.
Wanderers, the stuff of dreams, and the reality of dreamers.
Will Schowalter
I wandered through the forest with little more than clothes and thoughts. The path was leading me higher, and ran right along a little river, barely more than a creek. I decided to take a break and dip my feet into the cool water. It turned out to be a bad idea because I got leeches all around my toes, and spent the next part of the day removing them.
Jess
as i go through life and wander up and down the road of anywhere to no where why how can this be? it might be a sign of something more than i can ever explain maybe one day someone will
leann
Whenever I talk on the phone I like to wander. I can’t stand still, or I won’t be able to talk. It’s like I am set free when I wander
This might be the case with life in general, but I have never had the chance to wander where I want.
Taylor
I have always lacked organization in the truest sense of the word. Instead, I have relied on my excellent memory, but as I’ve gotten older and my brain has gotten more full, I’ve had to create another method for remembering the important things. Thus, I created Edna. She is the librarian who lives inside my head and she looks like Edna from “The Incredibles.” Whenever I need to remember something, I ask her to wander the vast head room full of filing cabinets and seek the answer. Once she has it, she brings it back to me and the recedes until I need her services once again.
Izolda
one word , it can’t explain anything yet everything depending on the meaning you put behind it . Don’t ever take a word for granted or over estimate it .
risa Scott
lonely, endlessly looking for the final destination. Will I ever find the truth or is it just a case of carrying on looking ? For ever maybe? It’s the journey though surely, far more satisfying ?
Toby Hemming
wandering reminds me of the book series that starts with the book “a wrinkle in time”, because they seem to wander through time. it’s a pretty confusing series but actually really interesting . i like that series a lot. i wouldn’t like to wander through time though
i just want to do this. forever. in the woods, in the city, along the suburbs, any place that offers anything, i want to get lost there. it’s a beautiful thing, wandering. you discover things about yourself you never would find if it were planned. it’s like finding yourself when youre physically lost. amazing. want.
erin
i like to wander. wandering with no place to go. it’s the best! i’ve never met a genuine person who didn’t enjoy a good wander from time to time. whenever i wander, i never wonder where i’m heading. i only breath deeply, as i wander onward.
P-trick
Wandering is not for the lonely. Nor is it necessarily for the sad. A person who wanders is a person who contemplates and lets their mind go at it’s own speed. The mind should never be trapped by the confines of the body, and if one can be more than one place at any given time, that’s wonderful. That’s what wandering is for- being everywhere and no where all at once.
I wander all the time. Wander at work, wander at home. I wander through life. Just a random haze of things I have to do, things I’ve done, things I have yet to do that are on some obscure to do list that no one shares with me. I stumble upon the list from time to time, reminded of the things that come next in life. And I post my wanderings in that direction, trying to get there through the fog.
Laura
Sometimes I love to wander about on streets. Go through alleyways. Wander. That is all I do in life sometimes. No need to plan out anything in advance. It’s better that way. In life I wander down the shiny road. Even though it is not always
Wander is a great word. my mind literally wanders every millisecond of the fucking day. from one thing, to the next, then the next and it takes me a second or two to think back and discover how i’ve come upon the subject I’m currently thinking about. the mind is a mystery to me and I’ll never try to figure it out.
Kylie
through your life with an endless desire to discover and learn. wander and discover. Never stop. Enjoy each day, for each day is a gift.
Antonia
I was wandering and wondering, found myself unable to waffle on wandering, wondering when waffling might wind down, the winds at my back while wandering, wondering, wishing I could whip.
W.M.S.
The cat opened the back door and there was the whole backyard just waiting for him. he could go where ever he wanted; he could wander to his heart’s content. The birds were waiting for him to chase them. There were crickets with his name written on them but the call of the cat food was stronger and he went back inside.
Patty Turner
wander. my mind is constantly walking through itself, tumbling and falling into the roads and valleys inside. like a child, it falls through itself and never really knows what it is doing. my childlike mind wanders through hills and mountains, rivers and streams, but never really knows where it is going. it tries to hide but unsuccessfully..
ca
I think I would be happiest if I could manage the freedom of wandering forever. I would see so many things and meet so many people. I’d take my horse and we’d keep on moving and never stop and hope I never fall in love and feel the need to settle down.
I only want to wander through life. I don’t want to be held down with expectations and destinations. I just want to wander.
Lisa
i was wandering through the mall the other day and came upon some fantasctic deals where i purchased a great outfit at very good prices. i dont usually do that, wander about, but when i get sidetracked from time to time thats where i find myself
brad
I wander into the great abyss. Everyone around is staring and I can’t think. I close my eyes. “One Mississippi, two Missippi, three Mississippi.” I open them.
Mark Nage
i want to wander through some woods, i think of a forrest or something like it’s calm and i’m alone and there’s lots of rocks i’m not really going to any destination or anything but like okya new train of thought, litte red riding hood, that movie looks stupid really stupid she never should have done anything other than mean girls.
clark fisher
stray
lost
confused
cheat
adventure
love
day dream
imagination
stories
lies
freedom
countries
friends
relationship
Alicia
I love to wander. To go wherever my feet take me and see what they find. Two lefts, a right, left again. It’s those times when you don’t have a destination that you find things that truly stick with you throughout your memories.
Julia
I wander through the woods and look upon the trees and they fascinate me with their beauty. I am at peace. I remember my childhood and the simplicity of it…no worries no cares…I’m just able to wander and focus on that simple act
OZ
I like to wander. It makes me free. It makes me think. It makes me wonder. I like to wander. It makes me clear.
sj
walking around not knowing were to go
sometimes scared to …… off but you will find your way home soon
follow your mind and just go i can …… away and just fall back here soon
walking around not knowing were to go
Bob
the girl wandered through the patch of lilac bushes. where was her home? maybe far off, through the dark forest. her parents would be frantic, but she was so very, very tired. maybe soon she would try to find her way home, but for now, a nice nap would be good…she laid down, put her head on her arm, and fell into a deep sleep.
Jodie Alexander
wandering in the park. wandering in space. going for a casual wander. is this evening the right meaning of the word? hmmmi wonder? wander. what a wander-full day. wander.
bex
wandering down that alleyway with my new partner. i had no idae what i was doing! suddenly he told me to ZIP IT because the suspect would catch on. wow this was such a rush! im so happy with my new career, too bad my partner hates me, must be all that wandering, blowing the cover and all.
bubbletea
wandera around the prairies…listening to horses sing while longboarding in a my wandering state…then we wander some more…pls listen to the wandering sound of silence.
orlando
I wander around. In the dark. In the light. I just do. I enjoy it. Constant movement, I think is key. I can’t sit still for too long. Its hard. I love wandering around watching people. Taking in their mannerisms and physical characteristics. Its amazing to me how we are so much the same but so individual at the same time.
Holly
streets, trees, people lost, compass, not thinking, being free. Wild. closing eyes. fresh of breath air. being spontaneous. living life. happy.
i wander along all alone and wish we couldjust go home. but where did it go. do i have a home. do i even know. i need to go. wandering forever trying to find my niche, my hole. i wish i could, i wish.
we wander what we wonder we see what we cant, but we always wander. Wonder and wander whats the difference? penguins wander and we wonder who knows? only you and only me we wander in the sea!
i wander i search i try so hard to seek who i am . i live in this big world full of wandering souls all seeking peace and happines yet we find so much destruction on the way? what have we done to this beautiful world. we kill it with our every breath.
I love to wander. I think of trees and rivers. cities also come to mind. the sounds and sights of a forest. Birds, trees, swimming in the nude. fishing. wandering through music. discovery. meeting people and wandering through their love. getting to know them and wandering through their soul.
All seventeen children chose to wander away from the playground. Deliberately and spitefully, they found a moment their mommies were engaged in fervent conversation about the latest reality TV shows. Little Sammie had had enough of “scheduled playdates” and “facetime with her peers” and organized the walk-out.
Soon they were greeted by another group of children from the playground across the neighborhood, and soon, another playground. As the mob grew larger and more energetic, they started flipping cars over and throwing rocks at old ladies. Before long, as the city hall burned, four fighter jets dispatched by the Pentagon flew over the town, dropping a payload of Ambien-laced Happy Meals. Order was soon restored and the parents lived happily ever after, though a little more wary.
Wandering is wonderful. There is nothing like going somewhere but you’re not sure where that place is exactly. Fantastic thing it is. I have discovered so many phenomenal things while wandering.
Wanderer’s are not people, but of a higher breed. A species bolder than man, braver than any of us who choose to stay planted to our spots. Our roots grow deep, but theirs taste soil that ours have never dreampt of. Wanderers are the stuff of dreams. Become a wanderer. Start your future now.
Let them call you Wanderer, but let it not be an insult, let it compliment you, ring in your ear.
Fuck your job, your house, your whole grain cereal. Go explore, adventure off the beaten path. Gather your courage and go where your imagination takes you.
Wanderers, the stuff of dreams, and the reality of dreamers.
I wandered through the forest with little more than clothes and thoughts. The path was leading me higher, and ran right along a little river, barely more than a creek. I decided to take a break and dip my feet into the cool water. It turned out to be a bad idea because I got leeches all around my toes, and spent the next part of the day removing them.
as i go through life and wander up and down the road of anywhere to no where why how can this be? it might be a sign of something more than i can ever explain maybe one day someone will
Whenever I talk on the phone I like to wander. I can’t stand still, or I won’t be able to talk. It’s like I am set free when I wander
This might be the case with life in general, but I have never had the chance to wander where I want.
I have always lacked organization in the truest sense of the word. Instead, I have relied on my excellent memory, but as I’ve gotten older and my brain has gotten more full, I’ve had to create another method for remembering the important things. Thus, I created Edna. She is the librarian who lives inside my head and she looks like Edna from “The Incredibles.” Whenever I need to remember something, I ask her to wander the vast head room full of filing cabinets and seek the answer. Once she has it, she brings it back to me and the recedes until I need her services once again.
one word , it can’t explain anything yet everything depending on the meaning you put behind it . Don’t ever take a word for granted or over estimate it .
lonely, endlessly looking for the final destination. Will I ever find the truth or is it just a case of carrying on looking ? For ever maybe? It’s the journey though surely, far more satisfying ?
wandering reminds me of the book series that starts with the book “a wrinkle in time”, because they seem to wander through time. it’s a pretty confusing series but actually really interesting . i like that series a lot. i wouldn’t like to wander through time though
i just want to do this. forever. in the woods, in the city, along the suburbs, any place that offers anything, i want to get lost there. it’s a beautiful thing, wandering. you discover things about yourself you never would find if it were planned. it’s like finding yourself when youre physically lost. amazing. want.
i like to wander. wandering with no place to go. it’s the best! i’ve never met a genuine person who didn’t enjoy a good wander from time to time. whenever i wander, i never wonder where i’m heading. i only breath deeply, as i wander onward.
Wandering is not for the lonely. Nor is it necessarily for the sad. A person who wanders is a person who contemplates and lets their mind go at it’s own speed. The mind should never be trapped by the confines of the body, and if one can be more than one place at any given time, that’s wonderful. That’s what wandering is for- being everywhere and no where all at once.
I wander all the time. Wander at work, wander at home. I wander through life. Just a random haze of things I have to do, things I’ve done, things I have yet to do that are on some obscure to do list that no one shares with me. I stumble upon the list from time to time, reminded of the things that come next in life. And I post my wanderings in that direction, trying to get there through the fog.
Sometimes I love to wander about on streets. Go through alleyways. Wander. That is all I do in life sometimes. No need to plan out anything in advance. It’s better that way. In life I wander down the shiny road. Even though it is not always
Wander is a great word. my mind literally wanders every millisecond of the fucking day. from one thing, to the next, then the next and it takes me a second or two to think back and discover how i’ve come upon the subject I’m currently thinking about. the mind is a mystery to me and I’ll never try to figure it out.
through your life with an endless desire to discover and learn. wander and discover. Never stop. Enjoy each day, for each day is a gift.
I was wandering and wondering, found myself unable to waffle on wandering, wondering when waffling might wind down, the winds at my back while wandering, wondering, wishing I could whip.
The cat opened the back door and there was the whole backyard just waiting for him. he could go where ever he wanted; he could wander to his heart’s content. The birds were waiting for him to chase them. There were crickets with his name written on them but the call of the cat food was stronger and he went back inside.
wander. my mind is constantly walking through itself, tumbling and falling into the roads and valleys inside. like a child, it falls through itself and never really knows what it is doing. my childlike mind wanders through hills and mountains, rivers and streams, but never really knows where it is going. it tries to hide but unsuccessfully..
I think I would be happiest if I could manage the freedom of wandering forever. I would see so many things and meet so many people. I’d take my horse and we’d keep on moving and never stop and hope I never fall in love and feel the need to settle down.
I only want to wander through life. I don’t want to be held down with expectations and destinations. I just want to wander.
i was wandering through the mall the other day and came upon some fantasctic deals where i purchased a great outfit at very good prices. i dont usually do that, wander about, but when i get sidetracked from time to time thats where i find myself
I wander into the great abyss. Everyone around is staring and I can’t think. I close my eyes. “One Mississippi, two Missippi, three Mississippi.” I open them.
i want to wander through some woods, i think of a forrest or something like it’s calm and i’m alone and there’s lots of rocks i’m not really going to any destination or anything but like okya new train of thought, litte red riding hood, that movie looks stupid really stupid she never should have done anything other than mean girls.
stray
lost
confused
cheat
adventure
love
day dream
imagination
stories
lies
freedom
countries
friends
relationship
I love to wander. To go wherever my feet take me and see what they find. Two lefts, a right, left again. It’s those times when you don’t have a destination that you find things that truly stick with you throughout your memories.
I wander through the woods and look upon the trees and they fascinate me with their beauty. I am at peace. I remember my childhood and the simplicity of it…no worries no cares…I’m just able to wander and focus on that simple act
I like to wander. It makes me free. It makes me think. It makes me wonder. I like to wander. It makes me clear.
walking around not knowing were to go
sometimes scared to …… off but you will find your way home soon
follow your mind and just go i can …… away and just fall back here soon
walking around not knowing were to go
the girl wandered through the patch of lilac bushes. where was her home? maybe far off, through the dark forest. her parents would be frantic, but she was so very, very tired. maybe soon she would try to find her way home, but for now, a nice nap would be good…she laid down, put her head on her arm, and fell into a deep sleep.
wandering in the park. wandering in space. going for a casual wander. is this evening the right meaning of the word? hmmmi wonder? wander. what a wander-full day. wander.
wandering down that alleyway with my new partner. i had no idae what i was doing! suddenly he told me to ZIP IT because the suspect would catch on. wow this was such a rush! im so happy with my new career, too bad my partner hates me, must be all that wandering, blowing the cover and all.
wandera around the prairies…listening to horses sing while longboarding in a my wandering state…then we wander some more…pls listen to the wandering sound of silence.
I wander around. In the dark. In the light. I just do. I enjoy it. Constant movement, I think is key. I can’t sit still for too long. Its hard. I love wandering around watching people. Taking in their mannerisms and physical characteristics. Its amazing to me how we are so much the same but so individual at the same time.
streets, trees, people lost, compass, not thinking, being free. Wild. closing eyes. fresh of breath air. being spontaneous. living life. happy.