Memoirs Of a Nomad

I am a Nomad not by travelling through rough seas and arid deserts but by my wandering thoughts. By the Paralysis of analysis and then the analysis of the paralysis. The mind travels farther than a body ever can.

A spoken word poem - on Girls who read

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