Spirited Away

one day i would be able to master all the languages in the world and speak like natives. and armed with nothing but a little hope, i would backpack across the world to places that i never dreamed existed. i would sail across the altantic where the vast expanse of water will invoke feelings that i never experienced. and when the sun sets at dusk, the array of colours and breathtaking display across the horizon will assault my senses. as i close my eyes, i can feel and hear the wind against my face, the sensations no written word can explain. a smile plays along my lips and at that moment, freedom is defined. magical

i would travel the world and learn about cultures i never heard of. i will speak with the natives in their own tongue, learn how to do the rain dance and how to make medincine with plants that have yet to be discovered . not because i crave their acceptance but just so because i respect their way of life. i would travel from the sleazy backstreets of amsterdam to the majestic scenery that is new zealand. i will learn to ski at the swiss alps. my footsteps will bring me to the Sacri Monti of Piedmont and Lombardy where a fusion of sheer artistry, skill and a landscape of moutains, lakes and forests, take my breath away. milan will no longer be just a legend but an everlasting memory.

walking along the tagus river of Lisbon, the city is filled with houses whose facades are decked in ceramic tiles. as nighttime descends, the sound of traditional Fado songs are heard across the warmth of homes. cairo will be the next stop, the place where pharoahs once rule and now they reside in majestic and skilled skyscrapers that are called pyramids.

My weary feet will bring me to the land where religions were claimed to be originated. i would visit the dead sea and see if everything floats. i would step foot on Jerusalem, a place so filled with history and legend but at the same time not spared of bloodshed and violence in the battle of 'religious' supremacy.

France will be a stop that i will never miss. if it was possible, i would take as long as it takes to travel the whole of France, from Lille at the north all the way to montpellier at the south coast. i would be sure to be at Marseille, the oldest city of France and immerse myself in the rustic charm of hills and sea. who can forget Paris, the city of romance and untold possibilities? i would attempt to take the stairs up the Eiffel Tower and drink in the wonderful sights that will wash over me. at night, i will watch in dreamy wonder as the guardian of Paris is illuminated with golden beacons of light can be seen from the rooftop. it would be sheer magic. i want to get lost as i walk along the streets of Champ Elysees, walking from avenue to avenue, speechless by the sheer fairytale quality of everything. when i'm tired, i will walk into a coffeeshop by the street and have a latte with croissant and wink at every blue eyed girl that looks my way.

Finally, the time will come when everything has to end. i will find myself a land that is off a cliff and overlooking the sea. sunrise and sunset are nothing but just a brief look away. and when the night comes, the moonlight will illuminate the house making it glow at night.

how unbelievably mythical and magical.

*take me away from all these shit