Fernweh by Snimar

My feet itch and my toes crinkle
It’s three a.m. in the morning and
I can’t stop thinking about running away.
My soul is a nomad trapped in a regular girl’s body.
I want to feel the crispy morning air
And make love to the dew drops.
How hard is it to unmask the litter that lives inside me
How beautifully I have woven these 9-5 sequins upon my body,
reflecting only the gloomy.
Take me places I’ve never seen before and show me things that give me goosebumps.
I want to feel the light raise on my skin not from cold but adrenaline.
Hold me not, I want to tear the skies and see the sun.
I want to caress the light that the moon so vividly and vibrantly transcends.
I want the taste of the stars and it to be bottled so deeply in my soul for a lifetime.
I want to sleep in the arms of the mountains, roar like the thunderstorms and soothe like the rays of Sun after a cyclone.
Show me how to sow crops, I’m too tired of the keyboards.
I want to paint the world in a beautiful hue
Filled with travel, wanderlust, and fernweh.



Snimar is a girl who likes to think of writing as her safe haven. When ink makes love to the paper, miracles happen, and she likes to witness as many of those as possible. Besides writing, she also enjoys binge-watching TV series, reading, and procrastinating. She believes that poetry can bring a change in the way the world perceives the world, and she’s here to act as a catalyst.


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