Sometimes I wonder,

What it’s like to stop searching.

Calmness always fades.

Hoping and dreaming.

Worlds collide with fantasy.

Nothing is quite real.

There’s an empty space.

Endless pits of misery.

Nothing is enough.

Runaway my friend

and wake up miles away.

Do it all again.

Until the pain fades.

You’re bleeding on the inside.

But you can’t escape.

Catch that train…catch that train…

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Brian Cray is not a cyclist. He’s not a hitchhiker. He’s not a train hopper or an adrenaline junkie. He’s just an ordinary man with gypsy blood in his veins, who can’t seem to settle down. Nothing defines him. He goes wherever this world takes him on this journey we call life, roaming the world, at will, by any means. He aspires for a life of indefinite travel, a tiny home in the woods for him and his wife, and any work that keeps him wanderin’. Brian Cray is a travel writer at heart, sharing his stories with the world one keystroke at a time.


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