truth.
the mountains are calling. and the ocean. the states I’ve never roadtripped across, stopping at truck stops and diners. the highways I’ve never peeled down at 2 am. the cities I’ve never sat in a coffeeshop, journaling and doodling in or wandered around looking for the art to experience. the world is calling. the languages I wish I knew how to speak and the ones I never will understand. the places I’ve been imagining I have walked through in my dreams and the ones that I can’t even picture because they are beyond what I know…
And I must go.
(via bohemianarthouse)
truth.
the mountains are calling. and the ocean. the states I’ve never roadtripped across, stopping at truck stops and diners. the highways I’ve never peeled down at 2 am. the cities I’ve never sat in a coffeeshop, journaling and doodling in or wandered around looking for the art to experience. the world is calling. the languages I wish I knew how to speak and the ones I never will understand. the places I’ve been imagining I have walked through in my dreams and the ones that I can’t even picture because they are beyond what I know…
And I must go.
(via bohemianarthouse)
