It’s getting difficult to breathe. I’m running out of air in this box and claustrophobia is really setting in – I don’t know how much longer I can take it. I need change, and soon – or the oxygen will run out and I’ll die from the boredom and sameness of everyday minutiae.
I want to run wild through the hills of Montana until my lungs ache.
I want to lay under the stars with nothing but the wind in the trees to lull me to sleep.
I want to swim in the ocean and feel the warm sand between my toes.
I want to move to another country and lose myself in the culture.
I want to sit on a mountain top and be in awe of the sunrise.
I WANT TO BREATHE.