You know that feeling you get when you are about to explode? That mad urge to fly away to adventures you just know are awaiting? I’ve got a bad case of it.
I want to get lost in the big city, wander around beneath tall building and blend into a sea of unfamiliar faces. I want to pack a suitcase and drive wherever the road leads… probably in the direction of tall buildings and a certain bean. Of couse sandy beaches or rolling fields wouldn’t be half bad either.
If I could I would, I would run away. I’d run run run away.