How far I will go

 

There is a place I miss when I close my eyes. 

I haven't been there yet, but why do I keep thinking about it? It's a world I've never experienced before, but I have a fundamental longing.

A field in which reeds move in the breeze, a stream of water flowing down from the bridge by the river, a window curtain full of light, and a peaceful air.

At the end of my gaze there is nostalgia for longing and meaning. Beyond the screen, mutter, "I'll go one day."