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.

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.