Soul Travel

I see people;

People who could be me, when I am old

People who I could’ve been, when I was young

Children, who weren’t born from my womb

Mothers, who didn’t bear me in them.

I see houses;

The ones with bamboo curtains

And bougainvillea spreading across the walls,

I wonder about the stories that are weaving inside

And I wish, I knew them all.

                                                                       ~J