My mind wanders to places I’ve never been, reconstructed from images upon my screen or photos taped to a lonely wall, taking me away to skies of blue and lilac. Even teal sometimes.
Then it wanders back in time, to memories of cities left yet not forgotten, places I’ve breathed in the air and tasted the essence of it all.
I have a wanderlust of the mind, ever in the past and future, never in the present and perhaps I quite enjoy it that way, travelling along the corridors of my inner sanctum.
*Pictures aren’t mine just edited (if that’s what it can be called) by me.