I dream of rolling hills, green grass, and stars shining brighter than I have seen. I dream of being completely and utterly alone in a foreign place. I want to be abandoned with nothing more than a sketchpad and my pastels. I want different smells, different sights, different weather, different people. I want to get away.
I want to grow old and laugh about the time I was 24 and left the country because I thought I could run away from my troubles. I want to tell you about how God placed me exactly where I needed to be in that moment. I want to tell you I found clarity.
For being an indecisive person, I actually think I've made a decision. I want to go.
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