Lost.

i want to be a bird.
to fly away into freedom, to be in mid air against the wind, just aware of your own breathing; seeing amazing places and the beauty of when land meets sky.
it would be glorious to just grow wings and to take off running, building and building until the rush of the wind set your feet off the ground, and your now running on air; with so much splendor and the most uplifting feeling you've ever experienced.
i want to be a bird. i want wings.
i want to be able to travel anywhere, discover places and see things that no one else has ever before, so then you know that it's your utopia, your place.
it's amazing finding a new place, to adventure into the unknown, not sure whether you will be disappointed or happy that you went to search in the first place; and you can't wait to find out which.

i've wasted a lot of my time. now all i want to do is go into the wild, and experience what it's truly like to be lost.

it would be scary as shit, i know.
but i think that it's worth it. to take your life into your own two hands and reveal to yourself the courage and curiosity that you have been hiding all this time.

i want to have a worthy memory.

time to get lost.

with love and light,
eve morgan