Gedankenchaos

Travel

I want to travel.

I want to see new things, to meet new people, to hear their stories. I want to learn new languages, to write, to photograph, to read new books.

I want to see places, I have never seen before, to meet the people who live there und hear the stories, that they know about this place.

I want to see these places and meet these people and feel things I've never felt before.

In my heart is this desire to travel, to wander, to explore, to get lost, to go to new places, new countries.

I feel that I'll never get happy in this town, my heart needs new places.

There is this overwhelming feeling to just pack a backpack and go. I can't stay here forever.

New places and new adventures are calling for me and I must go.

Otherwise I'll never get happy, I'll always have this dark hole in me and this feeling that there's something missing.

I want to sit by the ocean and write. Not for money or to get popular or for someone else, just for me. To put my thoughts and desires into words, so that my mind gets rest and can finally stop overthinking and overanalyzing.

So, I can just live and do the things I want to do, without all these thoughts and worries in my head.

Someday I just want to grab my backpack and just go, without any planning, just stopping cars and walk, going on this adventure, seeing where it will lead me.

I want to write about it.

About my thoughts, the people I will meet, the stories I will hear, the things and places I will explore.

I want to sleep on the beach, see the stars above me, hear the waves and breathe in the salty air.

To sit by the ocean and write about it all, like I'm sitting here writing and dreaming about all this.

But some day I want my dreams to come to reality. They will become reality, I know they will.

I'm willing to do everything I have, so they can come true.