i want airports with ‘arrival’ signs in every language, the sound of luggage wheels and the tuneless buzz of people.
i want the sky; i want to see all its different faces, colours, textures.
i want bumpy bus rides between the collarbones of ageless mountains and flurrying forests; a three hundred and sixty degree spectacle.
i want to feel sand between my toes; the almost silent swish of blue waves and calm sea.
i want to lie in a field of flowers with a tartan blanket and a friend.
i want late nights with a different kind of air in my lungs, different blood in my veins.
i want to be cold, fingers frozen while hiking through snow. i want to be hot, aching for the beach in a sunny place. i want to be everywhere in between. push me to the limits.
i want to be everywhere and see everything. i want to go without thinking of the endless variables that i would have to. one day, i will.
all the love x