adreamkeepingyouawake
There is beauty in the nomad’s life, a blooming freedom, knowing you do not belong anywhere. You wander under the same stars that filled your eyes and fell down your hair while your feet touch unknown grounds. Those old faces slowly vanish into memories, mirroring the new ones. Your own face changes its reflection in the water, glowing with a light you never stopped fighting for. You barely hear your own thoughts in the storm that brought you to this place but know that one day you will surrender what you are for what you will become. This is what it feels like to walk on stardust.
