Finally figured it out.
I need to see this world,
I need to see beauty, to believe it actually exists.
Sitting in my living room, haunted by everything.
I want to be on a shore,
surrounded by sounds, languages, tastes and smells.
I am here, with silence,
the heat of the fire dying.
Am I just sitting here, waiting to fade out?
Countries, capitals. Mountains, oceans.
I need you so badly.
The colors of India.
The animals of Australia.
The romance of Spain.
The aroma of Italy.
The heritage of Prague.
The shores of Brazil.
The home in Costa Rica.
In the midwest, surrounded by land, I feel so trapped.
There's this ache in my chest, finding out that is was wanderlust,
only makes me ache more knowing it'll be so long.
There is new love and new addresses out there to discover.
I'm here with the ice, the pain and the darkness.
Knowing far too well if I was able, I'd never come back.
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