Aching for culture.
Aching for people that are different than me.
For new stories,
New jokes,
New world views.
Aching for new foods,
New spices,
New smells,
New textures.
New jokes,
New world views.
Aching for new foods,
New spices,
New smells,
New textures.
Aching for new awkward experiences.
Being in the way,
Nervous laughter,
Awkward stares.
Aching for new coffee shops,
New books,
Being in the way,
Nervous laughter,
Awkward stares.
Aching for new coffee shops,
New books,
New music,
New languages.
New languages.
No matter how busy I make myself, this tugging at my heart doesn't go away.
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