I want to live, I want to feel, I want to breathe.

I want the stars, I want the sky, I want to feel alive.

I want to soak my heart in the salty turquoise seas of Santa Monica.

And soar to the snowcapped peaks of rugged mountaintop meadows,

And flamenco barefoot in Spain till I fall over from many sips of red wine.

I want to take it all in.

I want to hope, dream and wander aimlessly through crowded Parisian cafes.

I want to inhale lemon-lime city lights spiked with juicy possibilities.

And exhale cheap rum chased by salty tangerine sunsets.

I want to live, I want to feel, I want to breathe.

I want the stars, I want the sky, I want to feel alive.

I want to cut the suffocating strings of should’s and should not’s from my free spirit.

Shed the scratchy skin of panicked heartbeats and poisonous self-loathing,

And let my heart’s sweeping movements follow the flowing ocean breeze.

I don’t want to stay still.

I want to sway and salsa and sashay.

And let the wind grant wishes in my hair.

I want to seek the fragrant orange blossoms of truth in every corner and crevice of the world,

Seeking them mostly within myself.

I want to map out my soul and dive headfirst into her grey volcanic ashes.

Sail the choppy seven seas of my heart,

And wash to shore like seaweed on the raw sandcastles of my cheeks.

I want to always look and never find.

Because the looking is the finding.

I want to live, I want to feel, I want to breathe.

I want the stars, I want the sky, I want to feel alive.

Wanderlust is etched into my soul,

Sprinkled inside like pixie dust.

The fairy in my heart says,

Hello sweet-and-bitter world,

Let’s make some magic.

~

Relephant Read:

This is What I Know about Love.

Author: Toby Israel

Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock

Photo: Flickr