Wandering

Is funny how life works, isn´t it? They tell you to travel, to explore, to go out there and live. What they never tell you is how much it hurts. How hard it is, when you lose home. You meet all this amazing people only to say goodbye the day right after; or so it feels. And it just keeps going, Never too long in one place, Never feeling like you belong. And you fall in love, over and over again. And it breaks your heart, to know you may never see them again; That all those laughs, tears and smiles will be long gone. And it´s always too late, or perhaps it is too early. How could you know? You fall in love, you say goodbye. Next destination: it´s all the same. You are always alone; and you are always losing. And you learn to love sooner, just in time to let go; but you never learn to let go. Maybe love wasn’t meant for you. Maybe those who wander, are meant to do so alone