i've got the wanderlust in me. my legs itch to walk and my feet to dance, my hands to dip in water and glide across glass and stone, my eyes to see someplace new and people different. oh, but i know i'd miss home so much.
the first thing that was on my mind, in that place and time where dreams mingle with morning was 'To feast is to live.' it was so queer, like someone kept telling me that in my dream, to imbue it almost permanently into my mind. 'To feast is to live. To live is to feast.' but of course, it doesn't make so much sense, dreams never make that much sense. regardless, we still believe in them.