Well here i am at yet another beginning. Blogging- sigh! when did i ever think i'll give way to this madness? But since i hardly have time to maintain a journo or even open one in the first place- this will, from today become my daily place of quiet thoughts, or so i hope.
Its funny how you long for things you have never had- for trips around the world exploring the exotic beauty of the unknown, glorifying in its beauty, mesmerizing in its views and exhilarating in its perfections. I long to take a cool dip in the waters around the world- lie on the sandy beaches, a towel wrapped lightly around me with a cool drink in my hand. I long to experience the quiet touch of a man who loves me for who i am not who he thinks i am or i should be. I want to bask in the happiness of his lips, the calm of his eyes and the sweet murmur of his words. I want to travel to great heights i've only heard about, with him by my side.
Wanderlust have always been my thing. ever since i remember all i've ever wanted was to travel- to experience- to see. I wonder when that will ever be. If i ever could- the way things are going now with the hectic assignments scheduled, time spent with the special someone and sleeping in the little time i get; I wonder if i will ever be able to fulfill MY dreams. To see and know what i have always wanted...
I want to travel on the tail of the bright giant kite, wish upon stars lieing on the plain green grass, go skinny dipping in the middle of the night, sleep beneath willowed towers cuddling next to that him. I want to dance in the rain locked in each others eyes, to steam a window with the heat of the night- to be close, to be his all. i want to be loved the way i love them- with everything they have. I want to stroll down the beach hand in hand covered by the dusky colours of the skies. I want.... I want... I want so many things I thought i had but is not sure anymore.
I want to be the center of someones universe so that it wouldn't matter if it is in the middle of the night or afternoon he will always find his way to my arms. That he wouldn't feel embarrassed or ashamed to show me how me he loves me regardless of the countless men and women surrounding us. That he would hold my hand like he would never want to let go- kiss my cheeks just because and look into my eyes pulling away all life's miseries....
I am a hopeless romantic, that i am- but that is who i am. That is who i will be. Tough luck.
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