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If I knew.

3.27.2012


If I knew where I was going next, 
I wouldn’t be taking so many naps,
or reading all these books, 
trying to define my future in pillow cases 
and stitched book bindings,
lost in the small decisions
of each day, 
only a little bit numb. 

I am the inevitable wanderer; 
the girl who always said goodbye, 
but never quite figured out how to leave.



8 comments:

  1. Wow. I feel like i could have written this. It wouldn't have been this beautiful, but I've been there.

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  2. So many times, I read your posts and say "That's me!" This is me...going round and round and inevitably heading toward leaving. On the road, without a permanent home, where I feel most at home.
    Thanks for putting it how I never quite can.

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  3. your blog is so beautiful and so inspiring. I love it so much and seriously find myself looking here for advice or hope all the time! Thank you!

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  4. I adore this, just so you know! I'm also pretty sure that this makes us just about the same person. It does, it does. Thank you for sharing, friend.

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  5. Love this, and think we can all relate in some ways...beautiful, honest and lovely! <3

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  6. you have such stunning posts. I love this so much.

    -kim
    found the route

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  7. I just wanted you to know that I love this poem and relate to it so much, I am having it tattooed <3 and every time someone asks about it, i'll tell them about your blog. Thank you!

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