Wanderlust

CARTE BLANCHE #4

wanderlust

A foreign word.

Untranslatable but familiar.

So typical.

Of what she feels. What she is. What she wants.

That desire of being anywhere else.

Breathing another air. Being on another ground. Listening to another speaking. Watching another planet.

Wanderlust.

The desire to be elsewhere.

The desire to be in love.

Two strong and parallel fellings. Indivisible. Pushing her to the last frontier, into her next vertigo. She didn’t think, didn’t plan, didn’t deal; she flew towards her desire.

Then, she was nailed.

To the ground.

To her solitude.

To her own thoughts.

She couldn’t run to her messy, impossible, unspoken love. Anymore.

She had to rest. To reflect.

On her soul. On her own mirror. To look up and down, back and forth, in and out, upside down, conscious unconscious.

Wanderlust. The desire to be elsewhere. The desire to be in love.

Always. More or less urgent. More or less powerful.

Whispered to her heart.

Then she would leave again, raise the sails. Strong and loud. Seeking for her next adventures. Full of her next lesson.

How many kilometers of love has she traveled, against the grain, one way, no way, too fast, too far, back and forth, fast forward? To get here. Immobile but muable. Inflexible but mutable.

How many kilometers. Period. Has she cycled, flown, driven, moored… To ride her life. Her love. Her adventure. Her quest for love and adventure.

How many miles has she swallowed, breathed, embodied… To pick up worlds she would put in words. Or was it reversed? To think of her feelings. To heal her ideas.

How many nots has she studied, decephired… To find her zero point? To understand repetitions behind stories? To uncover fears behind expectations? To reveal projections behind screens?

How many storms has she weathered… To throw her balance back? To find what she was not seeking. To meet what was waiting for her.

Sometimes, stopping makes you travel. Hanging makes you fall.

Sometimes elsewhere is right here. Sometimes love is right there.

Wanderlust.

Justine T. Annezo –  November, 14th  2025 – GTM+1


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