Travel

Craving the visceral sensation of travel beneath my fingers,

The sensitive tips of my toes,

And the highly attuned surfaces of my eyes.

The bustling marketplaces, streets overflowing with commerce and communion…celebration and commercialization.

The fiery sun piercing the surface of my thoughts…diving within and excavating the edifying properties of my prestidigitational proclivities.

Rustling skirts, rumbling vehicles, and rhapsodic street musicians strumming tunes to the pulse of your pulmonary aortas and pragmatic parabolas winding their way through the dense forest of your perceptions.

People, passion, paintings…all blending into one inexorably beautiful conclusion as the dancing memories, magnanimous merchants, and mesmerizing urchins stroll along the simultaneously broken and beautiful street.

Abject poverty and opulent affluence grappling for attention as the waters of pacifism and proletariat consumerism submerge us in their enlightening waters.

Drowning and fastidiously fawning over the foreign fables of fabulous fables and the luminescent skyline of ineffable tidelines.

An orgy of metaphysical melodies and metastatic musings as a myriad of masterpieces overwhelm the vociferous museums of our minds.