I'm drifting in and out of dreamworld. Which oddly enough, I've got a wicked bout of insomnia tonight. I'm allowing my fingers to take me to far away places, searching for real estate in foreign lands. Feeling the cool tile under my toes in Spain. Running my hands along the warm earthen walls in India. Smelling the sweet, musky air in Japan. Tasting the rain in England. Running free through fields in Australia.
I want to go, I want to run. I need to feel the air pulsing in and out of me. I need...
Security, stability, ability.
I'm so weighted down with responsibility and worry today that I feel like I'm sinking deep in the ocean instead of upright and rooted on the land beneath my feet.
I don't want, anymore, to feel as if I'm choking and gasping for air. Instead, I want to feel that air burning in my lungs, alive.
I need to be somewhere that drips with comfort and peace.