i feel like no one understand my deep rooted desire to eat strawberries on a terrace in italy - the sun literally dripping over the earth and making it golden, my legs so warm it almost burns. no one understand how badly i wish to travel and not just see, but feel. i want to feel the rain on my skin and feel the laughter of strangers passing by. i have a hunger to feel the newness of the world- to learn about everything. it is a hunger so big and no one understands... i want to climb the highest mountains and swim the deepest seas and take in the warmth of every sunrise. i don’t want a home, i want the world, and i want to explore it with bare feet and an open heart, with wide eyes - laughing, smiling and dancing in the sand. no one understands the part of me that yearns to run and run and run until i find something new, but you do. you understand the late night dreams of books being read on airplane rides, of cobblestone streets and fresh fruit. you feel it too - don’t you? the need to run and run and run until you find something new and big and beautiful. i crave to find something beautiful - everyday. you understand the passion i have for wanting to dance through the streets of france, and i think you would take my hand and dance with me.