Wanderlust

Caged behind brick and glass, I stare out into the darkness. Stretching beyond my imagination, beyond the pictures is more than a world, but a future waiting to be unveiled. City lights flash miles and miles away, but I can feel their bright hope. My skin itches to feel the rush of cool air from an open window while driving through through the night. The comfort inside these closed walls is not enough for me. I ache for adrenaline, for the thrill of blood pumping through my veins, for a racing heart. I long to hear the buzz of a million conversations and the hum of a city that never sleeps.

The beauty of foreign land calls to me. Sights, sounds, smells just waiting for me to taste. The moon, the stars, the sun so beautifully unique from the different perspectives, yet the same thing that fixes the eyes of millions in one place. The excitement of life so different from the monotony of mine.

On my journey I would trail along, in awe of everyone and everything. No longer a young, naive girl, but a knowledgeable woman of the world. Hungry-eyed dreams slowly becoming real-life experiences. I’d never stop.

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