Wishing I was some place else, many miles away.

I want to be under foreign skies. I want to stay indoors in a place where it rains all day. Or be outdoors lying flat on a mat in a big green park and let the world pass me by. Anywhere but here.

Everything that is familiar reminds me of my life that has become weary and safe. I should be grateful, and indeed I am . But I also wonder if I’m being too careful most days.

I forgot what it’s like to have blood rush to my head. Or to smell unfamiliar scents amidst winding cobbled paths in a place forgotten by time. To see colours and shapes never before seen by these eyes.

I want to go where my destiny takes me, and I have a feeling it’s not here.