• I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list. This heart of mine was made to travel this world. My heart will never be completely at home, because part of it will always be elsewhere. I just want to travel. To travel is to not see tourist spots but to bask in the solitude of experiencing unfamiliar places with my eyes and my camera. To drive through countryside and to fly above 35,000 feet. To see the gloomy depths of Ireland and get lost in NYC streets and take in every skyline. I just want to travel, to keep going, and never stop.
    1. e
    2. f
    1. e
    2. f
  • I used to not be able to breathe without you. I used to love you something awful.
    1. e
    2. f
  • I think everyone does. Even happy people. They may not admit it to anyone, but I think they feel it. I think they close their eyes, or go for a run, or take a long shower, so that they can forget just for a second who they are and what they have to do day in and day out. Living is hard. And every day our feet get heavier and we pick up more baggage. So, we stop and take a breath, close our eyes, reset our minds. It’s natural. As long as you open your eyes and keep going
    1. e
    2. f
  • I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place. Insomnia is no longer a problem, it’s a habit that keeps the memory of yours alive as far as dawn allows the sun to shine and it’s golden shade takes me away to carry on my day, until darkness unties us again .
    1. e
    2. f
  • I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
    1. e
    2. f