The Adventurer

The remanence of adventure is on her fingertips

It's in her tangled hair & her glistening eyes

Each corner of the world she visits makes up the pieces of her heart that have left her changed

Every embrace, the smiles, laughter & handshakes collected like souvenirs, tracing the paths she's walked

Each moment becomes a new page of history & her heartbeat evidence of a walking story waiting to be told

the adventurer

 

The notes in my phone are typically a collection of my thoughts throughout the day and sometimes I enjoy turning raw thoughts into stories or poems of some sort. Within the Coffee Talks I share, I hope to share more of these little excerpts of my mind with you. Thanks for sticking around :)

xx Mariah