If the gods were ever to grant me a wish, I would whisper from my knees into the night sky, on every star I could see, only two words..My freedom.
I have known since I started knowing things that my soul is not meant to be tamed. I am not compelled towards the idea of belonging any one place. I’ve always been much more attracted to an affair with adventure.
My skin is restless and wants to feel the prickle of rain from clouds that have never visited my home country. My feet want to walk away with me, barefoot and brown, running down a beach adorned only by some dainty shell anklet. My hands want to caress architecture that has history coursing though its walls like blood through veins.
I need to love, cry, and pray in places that beg to be immortalised in both my writing and my mind. Places that inspire my sense of spirit. I want to experience everything I can, at as high as an intensity as that which I can. Live every day at both ends of the spectrum, wonderfully technicolour.