111. Explorer of The Heart
Words: 110
Summary: I think my heart does more exploring than I do, but I will get it back, and take it on adventures.
Inspiration: At writing group, the first prompt was "explorer" and this is what came up.
Notes: The first line has been rolling around in my head for a while, and it finally fit somewhere.
And if someone asked me where my heart was, I’d have to reply it’s sitting on the dash of a dirty K-car seeing more of this island than I could ever dream.
But I wake up a born explorer with the taste of sand and car fumes still lingering in my mouth, feeling as if I’ll never have enough, feeling an itch at the bottom of my feet to walk more, find more, see more, and though this island is small, I will never walk down every street or peer through every window or drink from a cup every body of water I see to cure my thirst of wanderlust.
Summary: I think my heart does more exploring than I do, but I will get it back, and take it on adventures.
Inspiration: At writing group, the first prompt was "explorer" and this is what came up.
Notes: The first line has been rolling around in my head for a while, and it finally fit somewhere.
And if someone asked me where my heart was, I’d have to reply it’s sitting on the dash of a dirty K-car seeing more of this island than I could ever dream.
But I wake up a born explorer with the taste of sand and car fumes still lingering in my mouth, feeling as if I’ll never have enough, feeling an itch at the bottom of my feet to walk more, find more, see more, and though this island is small, I will never walk down every street or peer through every window or drink from a cup every body of water I see to cure my thirst of wanderlust.