The traveler wanders alone.
Quietly observing and moving between crowds, villages, empty spaces and long roads that lead to self discovery.
The journey would not be the same if shared.
He must wander alone, to sort himself out, to think, to heal, to miss the ones he loves.
He may not sort himself out and he may not heal, but he will miss someone or something along the way and that will pull him home for barely a whisper.
He will leave me kisses on the wind, and then, quietly fade away; leaving only the essence of his soul behind.
TO’K ~ 🌹❤️
For Ryan as he continues his adventure across the universe 💕
The Whimsey Angel 