i am the runaway



lights, lights.

my aching heart finds itself healing in the new and unfamiliar tones of the bass in the streets. the pulse, the heartbeat, the pumping blood of the city, the call of the rolling tide. the places where I find myself.

the places where I belong.

I have no home, yet my home is everywhere. i am a child, i am a gypsy. a wandering, twisting, tumbling heart with an endless desire for more space, higher climbs, deeper dives.

I've been thinking about what it felt like to once be in love. Sometimes I still think about him. Sometimes I still sit in cafes and watch the world pour past and my child's eyes still can't comprehend the way things are; the way we make the world like a potter makes his craft. we make every day and we breathe it in. we eat our words, we let them go.

i want to run. far, fast, away. not everyone will understand-- because they can't. but the wanderers will. the runaway children like me. the dancers, the lovers, the fighters, the artists. the singers to the sun every morning. the writers, the throwers of flower petals.

not everyone has a home in one place. for some, the road is home. the windshield is our bedroom window, the ocean our playground, the city streets our dance floor. this great big world is our concert hall. the reveries of this singing, swaying universe our soundtrack.

for the runaways, the road is home.

we are the runaways.






XX
KATE

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7 people commented on this post.

  1. SCREECH.
    help meh. i've been studying the heart lately...realizing that a broken heart is more possible than i thought. and i think that this broke my heart. <3 it's a keeper dude.

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  2. i have no words to tell you how PERFECT this is. KAAAATE. "We eat our words, we let them go" and "the places i belong" and "...an endless desire for more space, higher climbs, deeper dives..." like, seriously. WOW. (plus i love all your pics. i've been soaking them in on instagram LIKE CRAY-CRAY.)

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  3. gahhhhhhh why do you do the thing where you put every little thing perfectly into words and like it squeezes deep inside and aaaahhhhhh!!!!!!

    "I've been thinking about what it felt like to once be in love. Sometimes I still think about him." <--- THIS. So much this. I'm creeping up on the year anniversary of 'the time ashlyn thought she found the one' and I'm just like...wow. A year ago, I really, truly felt all sorts of things for this dude and now...it's just...an odd feeling, you know?

    "i want to run. far, fast, away. not everyone will understand-- because they can't. but the wanderers will." Again. THIS. I want to run somewhere, but I don't know where yet. I don't feel like I'm home and I feel like I won't find it until I actually go somewhere.

    GAH THIS POST THOUGH. YOU. ARE. AMAZING.

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  4. Yes. You know, I think we can all relate your words: i am a child, i am a gypsy. a wandering, twisting, tumbling heart with an endless desire for more space, higher climbs, deeper dives. Because, we're not made for this world.

    Also, your photos capture so much heart.

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  5. THIS IS SO BEAUTIFULLLLLLLL. I can't. I just can't. Oh my gosh.

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  6. I HAVE NO HOME YET MY HOME IS EVERYWHERE.
    GIRL YES.
    MY HEART BEATS LIKE THESE WORDS WOW.

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