November 3

The world is grey, the laughter elsewhere

What am I trying to achieve over here

I need stillness and purpose and most of all home

I'm not chasing a dream I'm just looking to roam

I step away from myself - this is only fleeting

Travels without troughs is no doubt cheating

It's refreshing in a way; it makes the highs better

I make my way to the hostel and pull on my sweater