restless again tonight.

i'm becoming weary of the heavy weight that presses down on somewhere between my neck and the small of my back, forcing me to require something more than the mundane, something above the ground and inside what some might call "the clouds."  as in, your head is in, keep yourself grounded girl.  easier said than done when your mind is at rest and your spirit doesn't know anything more.  i want to fly with wings of my own, i'm ready and i can't help but feel i'm being held back by my own obligations.  fear of failure, of disappointing the people who expect points (a) and (b) to be covered before i go on to point (this is what i want to do) and (this is what i love).  ten thousand miles, two shoes, one way flight, pesos, euros, pounds, yuan.  teacups, empty wine bottles, lipstick kisses, sunrises, rooftops, public gardens.  trailers, wild species, dusty sandals, braided hair, i'm fucking starving.  water babies, a dip here, a dip there, cheers to beautiful places and those full of wanderlust.  i'll never get over this, i'll just grow into it.