Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

A Mind's Wanderlust


Traveling down tracks toward destinations unknown - not cared about anyway.
Feeling wanderlust consuming minds from the inside out, itching to be on the move, never wanting to stay in one place, yet enjoying non-movement of peaceful and familiar surroundings.
Always choosing directions of any particular express as long as I'm following travels of my heart, taking along my soul on a fatalistic solo journey, into a neverland of unacknowledged intellect, holding onto coattails of death as it passes by, going in the other direction, pulling me along whether wanting to go or not.

Submitted: Monday, March 18, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, April 24, 2013

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