Sagittarius
How does it feel to be in a constant state of searching? Climb one more mountain, cross one more desert, sail one more sea. You've crossed from Atlantic to Pacific, and back again. Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? But what exactly are you looking for, my tired friend? And there lies the problem, you're not quite sure. Even if you think you found it, within the same day the itch comes back, tapping on your shoulder. Come find me. Come find me. Come find me. You're playing a lifelong game of Marco Polo, except no one is shouting back. Where are you? Come find me. 6 little words that have ruled your life from the day you were born; the constant yearning for the unknowable, unfindable. So, you travel on. Eating each mile with the unbreakable spirit of one who thinks the destination is just around this next corner; just over this next hill. They call you a wanderer, a nomad, but that's not quite right is it? Wanderers and nomads lack a destination, lack a goal. You're on a quest, my friend, a voyage, a journey. Even if you have to cross the whole world a hundred times over, it'll be worth it. There will be no sweeter words than the 3 that come after the continuous question and answer litany shadowing your every step. I found you. - K. Evergreen