Setting the saviors free.

I have a lot of thoughts. Of rebellion, of misunderstanding, of feeling like I'm falling short of something.

Why can't I find the time for Him like I find the time for other stuff?

Has my faith given up on me? 

I feel like taking a long walk, despite this time of the night.

I feel like being submerged in water, at least it'll always be cool there.

I miss the beach so much, not the noisy kind. But the kind of beaches where only two people are.

I miss beaches in general, at dusk or dawn, when the daylight barely caresses the sand's surface.

I miss color. 

I miss being surrounded by pretty flowers, smelling them, holding their delicate petals.

I long for endless fields of green; that just scream for you to roll in them.

I miss feeling happy just by looking at something colorful.

I miss the cold. 

I miss being able to run and feel liberated at the same time.

The air would just greedily fill my lungs like they're in need of it.

I miss waking up for once and not feeling like shit.

source: m0rtality

I haven't looked forward to something in a long while. And tomorrow, we have an escapade; although writing about it here will diminish the exciting effect it has on me. Don't worry, hands down; it's completely legal and the authorities know about it. But we just feel so bad-ass doing something like that. Grabbing a book, close girlfriends, coffee, hotdogs and curling up in large, welcoming armchairs that will absorb your miseries - without the knowledge of others. Cheers to a pastel Monday. I couldn't have asked for something better.