The stars are the same here, at least

Wake up in unfamiliar surroundings
And contemplate the journey that led me here.
Late night spontaneity taken to extremes,
Two souls crying out for something
But never certain of the nature of their desires.
Well met, and matched, and joined;
Gliding on the fragile surface tension of unfamiliarity.
A journey to places, sights, sounds and feelings
Both new and forgotten…

But what happens when we run out of roads?



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