What mattered was where we were going, it never mattered from where we came. The muddy footprints she left in my home didn’t bother me, and she saw mine just the same. Our dirt was proof of a long journey that brought us to today, and we made a life out of our mess. - #writing #travel #travelphotography #writingcommunity #poetry #poetryofinstagram #shortpoetry #travelgram