i wander of somewhere unimaginable. a place of peace and quiet. where i lay there tortured, and think, of all things that hurt. of all the pain the world had endured. all the things we took and how Allah took it away. it is bad to think that it happened because of karma. karma. what goes around comes around.
arlina
being somewhat introverted, i quite enjoy wandering around. and then thoughts and ideas freely wander into my consciousness, unlike now.
I always wander if I was healthy? How could my life have been. I still think about the love of my live that I choose to let go
Mike
It was during the long hot summer months that we learned to wander.
Through the old junk yard where the dust stung the back of our legs, to where the edge of our town met the bleak expanse of the country side.
Nadi
through the forest with someone you love. through the night through the day. its a never ending journey. kind of like life all in itself. love how this person is there no matter what through all the wandering itself.
A
She was prone to wandering off – not physically, but sometimes, she gets a vacant look in her eyes and a dreamy expression on her face. She would seem a million light years away, even though she was standing right in front of you. And she would smile – a bright, brilliant smile, and you would leave her be, letting her enjoy her own perfect world where nothing horrible ever happens and war is a distant concept, something that doesn’t even have a name.
Not all who do are lost. I am a wanderer, I travel, I move, I hope, I dream. I wonder. I wander. I will see the world and learn all that it has to know. For to wander is to search for knowledge and dreams. I will never stop. I will always move where my feet take me. The path is yet unknown and unknowable and that is how it should be.
Kathleen Reedy
i wander lonely as a cloud…to shower a place with my unbound love…i see millions looking up and waiting to see where i will be…but alas,i can only be at one place and that’s where i am most needed…i am sorry for the rest…but everyone will realize that’s how life is …so forgive me my people but life has a certain way of turning things around.
namrata
wander away from the dust particles that float in the sunshine, the trees in hill tops, planted like carrots. smells and sounds stolen from nature, hushed over in a black cloak of silence
I “wander” about a lot of things. I “wander” about wandering into the unknown. Everyone hates uncertainty. I “wander” about wandering. Wandering where no one can hold my hand, and certainly where there is no money involved. That is what I fear most– not being poor, rather, being rich and discontent. I would rather be the happiest man on earth with not a penny to my name.
Jennie
Wandering around the parking lot wasn’t such a good idea. Of course, she was less than a block from her car, so that was okay right? Tiny glimpses of the dark street shone beneath the lamp posts. Looking around the lot for her car, it wasn’t hard to find among the two or three left. Checking to her right and left, she hurried across the street to her vehicle.
people wander around, across and over, they meander when they wander. They make new paths underfoot. Um.. fish called… to think, but spelled differently…
hannahkamen
Wander. Nice sounding word. I seem to wander around aimlessly. I wander when I go places. I always get told not to wander off; physically and mentally. But the truth is one day I will probably wander off and never come back. I think I’d like that. Yes, I would like that.
I wander around everywhere. Its hard to know when to stop. Everybody wanders all the time and yet so few realize what they are doing. Its kind of pointless, nobody ever stops to think about where it is they’re wandering, where they’re going, where they want to go, what they want to be. I mean sometimes they think about, but not in the way that you’re supposed to. You think about what you want to be when you grow up but I don’t think many of us think about where its going to to take us, and how its going to shape our lives.
Christine Huynh
I wander around the forest clapping my hands and praying to be heard. The sound echoes through the trees but I receive no sound in return to my scream. How long will I wander in darkness alone?
Ilana
I used to take my time everywhere I went. My mother described me as a ‘doddler’. I couldn’t be certain what I was, except enrapt, captivated by everything that passed me by, I was captive to my own imagination. World would befall me, sprung from the minutia of life.
Csaw
I wander the desert, searching for the oasis of my spirit to replenish it with the water of life and certainty
Sammy Ramos
She wandered around the back yard wondering what on earth she was doing with her life. All around her… beauty. The big old gum trees, all the different sounds of the birds and wildlife.. it was the perfect place really. But something was missing.
Rochelle
I fell down. Little did I wander into the dark sky above looking for her. He sat down at prayed. He prayed to the nightfall as his ravenous beauty danced with the stars. His eyes glistened with hope and purity. The night matched his intentions. Dark but pure.
Vijay
For most of life this is what we do-Wander.Plans we make that appear structured are simply wandering through this life and that is perhaps what accounts for the surprises and tragedies that come with unknown, that makes the human life so unique. There is no map of life or how to do it and the older we get we can sometimes look to the unmpapped bits of our life and know’ that there be dragons.’ Son how far have we truly come from our ancestors early wanderings?
Cally
I wander around,
looking for you
lost in a sea of faces
of familiar places…
I wander…
I feel so lost
and disconnected
so sheltered
and yet abandoned
and alone. I wander
Deb
somewhere in time, lust and liking, travel to spots unknown and known. Wondering while doing so–meeting friends in a strolling fashion, serendipity, smelling the roses, steward of the earth seeing sunsets and seasides and feeling free. Oh! another minute. Wonderful (or wandering in the ether of the moment). I like to write, to doodle as such with syntax. I like to hike, though that is not as easy.
Dan Lamken
i want to wander aimlessly along the streets of this dark town. i wish it was raining. it would come down in thick sheets, blocking me out from the rest of the world. but the problem is that no matter where i go, i can’t escape myself and the pain that i feel. i can run away from him, but i can’t run away from myself
mtjdfgs
Sometimes, when I close my eyes and take a breath…I think about all the places I could go, all the things I could do, all the people that I love now and all the people I could love in the future.
Naomi VDV
I love the grey silence in graveyards. Wandering amongst the stones, reading the elegant chisled scripts, discovering family tragedies long forgotten amidst the long grass and the morning dew.
Alison Cross
Hey that’s me. I never want a sat nav because all the wonders of the world will find me if I just follow that invisible un-hearable inner compass- please let me never lose that ability to let go and wander, never lose that trust to let the world lead me to treasure and truth, never the courage to wander into mists into labyrinths , into the unknown. Is it happening today- in my day of laundry and emails and bills to pay, in a day when the icy rain wants to keep me indoors, will the magic of wandering elude me today? I hope not and, well, it isn’t now, is it? Wander might be my mantra and powerful law in life: Wander and find, wander and recognize , wander and acknowledge, wander and honour, wander and celebrate, wander and love. There we are. That’s me
Geraldine Anslow
walking away to another place, in the same garden without walls, only water and my foot steps making puddles in the ground. on and on i go forever mabye. thats all folks and he walks out the garden.
dilip
I am wandering through my life because no one can live my life for me. No one has gone before me in this life of mine so I must forge my own path and make my own decisions to come to the end that I hope to or at least one that I can die with.
Preston Westover
wandering the dark empty streets of life
stuck at crossroads, with no light.
i may seem lost but i’m not
i know my destination and where i’m supposed to go
but i just need directions (perhaps you could shed some light?)
to a place called nowhere
until then i’ll just follow the flow
and the places the winds tells me to go
nobody.
“Das Wandern ist des Müllers Lust …” und wie habe ich es gehasst, in Reih und Glied, zu zweit an den Händen gefasst, mit dem Campingbeutel auf dem Rücken durch die Heide zu streifen, natürlich immer auf den befestigten Wegen, denn außerhalb derselben war nichts mehr vorhersehbar …
Young. Foolish. Scared. I walked through the night, danger lurking behind every corner. I knew not where I was, where I was going. The thought both refreshed and terrified me. Searching for something. Nedding. Wanting. So badly
i want to wander and reach the mountain tops and feel completely free and blissful unaware of anything thats happening around me :) immawanderlust
Unnati
The path is inviting, calling me to wander. Ahead, it curves, and disappears from sight. Where will it lead? I don’t know, but I want to know. An adventure, a discovery awaits.
Through the valley of thought over cloudy hills of dream, we wander. Through heart, through soul searching for the common tangible (or intangible) we wander aimlessly with only a thread of desire to guide,
Wandering through the lonely woods, i thought to myself how incredibly odd it is that I’d found myself here in the of the night and not in my warm, cozy bed by the sea.
Elisabeth Astwood
i wonder about the wanderings
that my decisions do.
the flow of it .
knowing no road
but barreling through.
As the evening began to get darker I began to wander. Nothing special happened, but I found myself. I found my will to live and now know I hold my power.
natalie
My mind wander to future spaces often… what will be, what will be?
Amy Darlow
i like to wander about, having a look as I go. Nothing in particular on my mind, just wandering. Looking at people, at my surroundings, at the clouds, the trees, shapes, colours and the like. Looking for ideas, inspiration, things to start a wheel in my head turning… maybe I’ll sketch it .. let’s see where it goes.
i wander of somewhere unimaginable. a place of peace and quiet. where i lay there tortured, and think, of all things that hurt. of all the pain the world had endured. all the things we took and how Allah took it away. it is bad to think that it happened because of karma. karma. what goes around comes around.
being somewhat introverted, i quite enjoy wandering around. and then thoughts and ideas freely wander into my consciousness, unlike now.
I always wander if I was healthy? How could my life have been. I still think about the love of my live that I choose to let go
It was during the long hot summer months that we learned to wander.
Through the old junk yard where the dust stung the back of our legs, to where the edge of our town met the bleak expanse of the country side.
through the forest with someone you love. through the night through the day. its a never ending journey. kind of like life all in itself. love how this person is there no matter what through all the wandering itself.
She was prone to wandering off – not physically, but sometimes, she gets a vacant look in her eyes and a dreamy expression on her face. She would seem a million light years away, even though she was standing right in front of you. And she would smile – a bright, brilliant smile, and you would leave her be, letting her enjoy her own perfect world where nothing horrible ever happens and war is a distant concept, something that doesn’t even have a name.
Not all who do are lost. I am a wanderer, I travel, I move, I hope, I dream. I wonder. I wander. I will see the world and learn all that it has to know. For to wander is to search for knowledge and dreams. I will never stop. I will always move where my feet take me. The path is yet unknown and unknowable and that is how it should be.
i wander lonely as a cloud…to shower a place with my unbound love…i see millions looking up and waiting to see where i will be…but alas,i can only be at one place and that’s where i am most needed…i am sorry for the rest…but everyone will realize that’s how life is …so forgive me my people but life has a certain way of turning things around.
wander away from the dust particles that float in the sunshine, the trees in hill tops, planted like carrots. smells and sounds stolen from nature, hushed over in a black cloak of silence
I “wander” about a lot of things. I “wander” about wandering into the unknown. Everyone hates uncertainty. I “wander” about wandering. Wandering where no one can hold my hand, and certainly where there is no money involved. That is what I fear most– not being poor, rather, being rich and discontent. I would rather be the happiest man on earth with not a penny to my name.
Wandering around the parking lot wasn’t such a good idea. Of course, she was less than a block from her car, so that was okay right? Tiny glimpses of the dark street shone beneath the lamp posts. Looking around the lot for her car, it wasn’t hard to find among the two or three left. Checking to her right and left, she hurried across the street to her vehicle.
i wander around aimlessly.
people wander around, across and over, they meander when they wander. They make new paths underfoot. Um.. fish called… to think, but spelled differently…
Wander. Nice sounding word. I seem to wander around aimlessly. I wander when I go places. I always get told not to wander off; physically and mentally. But the truth is one day I will probably wander off and never come back. I think I’d like that. Yes, I would like that.
I wander around everywhere. Its hard to know when to stop. Everybody wanders all the time and yet so few realize what they are doing. Its kind of pointless, nobody ever stops to think about where it is they’re wandering, where they’re going, where they want to go, what they want to be. I mean sometimes they think about, but not in the way that you’re supposed to. You think about what you want to be when you grow up but I don’t think many of us think about where its going to to take us, and how its going to shape our lives.
I wander around the forest clapping my hands and praying to be heard. The sound echoes through the trees but I receive no sound in return to my scream. How long will I wander in darkness alone?
I used to take my time everywhere I went. My mother described me as a ‘doddler’. I couldn’t be certain what I was, except enrapt, captivated by everything that passed me by, I was captive to my own imagination. World would befall me, sprung from the minutia of life.
I wander the desert, searching for the oasis of my spirit to replenish it with the water of life and certainty
She wandered around the back yard wondering what on earth she was doing with her life. All around her… beauty. The big old gum trees, all the different sounds of the birds and wildlife.. it was the perfect place really. But something was missing.
I fell down. Little did I wander into the dark sky above looking for her. He sat down at prayed. He prayed to the nightfall as his ravenous beauty danced with the stars. His eyes glistened with hope and purity. The night matched his intentions. Dark but pure.
For most of life this is what we do-Wander.Plans we make that appear structured are simply wandering through this life and that is perhaps what accounts for the surprises and tragedies that come with unknown, that makes the human life so unique. There is no map of life or how to do it and the older we get we can sometimes look to the unmpapped bits of our life and know’ that there be dragons.’ Son how far have we truly come from our ancestors early wanderings?
I wander around,
looking for you
lost in a sea of faces
of familiar places…
I wander…
I feel so lost
and disconnected
so sheltered
and yet abandoned
and alone. I wander
somewhere in time, lust and liking, travel to spots unknown and known. Wondering while doing so–meeting friends in a strolling fashion, serendipity, smelling the roses, steward of the earth seeing sunsets and seasides and feeling free. Oh! another minute. Wonderful (or wandering in the ether of the moment). I like to write, to doodle as such with syntax. I like to hike, though that is not as easy.
i want to wander aimlessly along the streets of this dark town. i wish it was raining. it would come down in thick sheets, blocking me out from the rest of the world. but the problem is that no matter where i go, i can’t escape myself and the pain that i feel. i can run away from him, but i can’t run away from myself
Sometimes, when I close my eyes and take a breath…I think about all the places I could go, all the things I could do, all the people that I love now and all the people I could love in the future.
I love the grey silence in graveyards. Wandering amongst the stones, reading the elegant chisled scripts, discovering family tragedies long forgotten amidst the long grass and the morning dew.
Hey that’s me. I never want a sat nav because all the wonders of the world will find me if I just follow that invisible un-hearable inner compass- please let me never lose that ability to let go and wander, never lose that trust to let the world lead me to treasure and truth, never the courage to wander into mists into labyrinths , into the unknown. Is it happening today- in my day of laundry and emails and bills to pay, in a day when the icy rain wants to keep me indoors, will the magic of wandering elude me today? I hope not and, well, it isn’t now, is it? Wander might be my mantra and powerful law in life: Wander and find, wander and recognize , wander and acknowledge, wander and honour, wander and celebrate, wander and love. There we are. That’s me
walking away to another place, in the same garden without walls, only water and my foot steps making puddles in the ground. on and on i go forever mabye. thats all folks and he walks out the garden.
I am wandering through my life because no one can live my life for me. No one has gone before me in this life of mine so I must forge my own path and make my own decisions to come to the end that I hope to or at least one that I can die with.
wandering the dark empty streets of life
stuck at crossroads, with no light.
i may seem lost but i’m not
i know my destination and where i’m supposed to go
but i just need directions (perhaps you could shed some light?)
to a place called nowhere
until then i’ll just follow the flow
and the places the winds tells me to go
“Das Wandern ist des Müllers Lust …” und wie habe ich es gehasst, in Reih und Glied, zu zweit an den Händen gefasst, mit dem Campingbeutel auf dem Rücken durch die Heide zu streifen, natürlich immer auf den befestigten Wegen, denn außerhalb derselben war nichts mehr vorhersehbar …
Young. Foolish. Scared. I walked through the night, danger lurking behind every corner. I knew not where I was, where I was going. The thought both refreshed and terrified me. Searching for something. Nedding. Wanting. So badly
i want to wander and reach the mountain tops and feel completely free and blissful unaware of anything thats happening around me :) immawanderlust
The path is inviting, calling me to wander. Ahead, it curves, and disappears from sight. Where will it lead? I don’t know, but I want to know. An adventure, a discovery awaits.
Through the valley of thought over cloudy hills of dream, we wander. Through heart, through soul searching for the common tangible (or intangible) we wander aimlessly with only a thread of desire to guide,
Wandering through the lonely woods, i thought to myself how incredibly odd it is that I’d found myself here in the of the night and not in my warm, cozy bed by the sea.
i wonder about the wanderings
that my decisions do.
the flow of it .
knowing no road
but barreling through.
As the evening began to get darker I began to wander. Nothing special happened, but I found myself. I found my will to live and now know I hold my power.
My mind wander to future spaces often… what will be, what will be?
i like to wander about, having a look as I go. Nothing in particular on my mind, just wandering. Looking at people, at my surroundings, at the clouds, the trees, shapes, colours and the like. Looking for ideas, inspiration, things to start a wheel in my head turning… maybe I’ll sketch it .. let’s see where it goes.