Chasing...

I've been chasing... 

I've been chasing a lot of things.

Hard to let go sometimes.

Every time I would tell myself,

enough of running after things,

I found it difficult to stand still.

I've been chasing the hands that pushed me away all the time.

Just like a lonely soul looking for something to hold,

desperate eyes want to see what's beyond the galaxies.

Like a walking creature wishing to fly high,

wishing for something that feels untouchable, unreachable.

A wanderer who's not lost but still knows no direction.

Craving, wanting and dreaming of the kind of love that makes one feel alive.

The soul wants to fly free, 

dive deep in the ocean, 

climb the mountains,

and go for endless adventures,

but still wants to have a place to call home.

Chasing...