I yearn to travel to far away places and write beautiful poetry that touches hearts and visit cute little coffee shops with the scent of paper and bread on the air and mark my skin with the ink of the things that I love and watch the sunrise over a gret body of water and bask in the rain as it pounds down on the pavement around me. I wish to see new places with beautiful views and meet new people with different tastes than mine so that our personalities combine in a symphony of colors and sounds and mis-matched thoughts and I want to experience the sensation of trying new foods and facing the fears buried deep within my soul. I ache to take photographs of laughing children and aged buildings well past their sell-by date. And I crave to know the feeling of falling in love with a place or a sound or a taste or a touch.