Wanderlust

And when I say I will run, I do not mean escape.
I will fly on wings made out of what I overflow with, wings made out of content sighs and satisfied breaths. I’ll disappear around the curve of the world, far enough  that I won’t be forgotten, but far enough that I won’t be here. I will be somewhere else, breathing different air, soaking up new light, meeting new people, touching new lives.. Yes, that will be enough. I hope.

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You can & you will

You usually notice that the world is crumbling around you,
right before the time when you realize that you have
the ability to put the pieces back together.

Stop underestimating yourself. Hang in there.

Wild thing

There will be times when your needs will conflict. You’ll want love, yet you’ll also yearn independence; you’ll want stability yet you’ll also dream of adventure; you’ll want one person yet you’ll also crave for the world. Accept that you are many things and love yourself for it.

Accept that the concept of beauty is a wild thing that keeps on changing.

I want to be swept away

Not in any unnamed islands, but in your
arms. I want to go on a voyage, not in
the seven seas, but on your bare back.
I want to fall deep in the crevices of
your heart and fill those gaps with my love.
I want to discover every freckle on your
body and map every curve of skin
I don’t know where the edge of grace is
But my world starts and ends with you.