grab the backpack and wander aimlessly into unknown train schedules, foreign tongues, mysterious cuisines. climb hills and walk through valleys, take pictures, listen to music, reach the horizon.. only to discover the next.
live with the world on your finger, the vast expanse of adventures waiting to be conquered outside of our dreams where they flutter from one place to another. the sandman sits precariously in a sifting hourglass, but the beads of sand are too small to catch as they pass through the cracks, let alone to be noticed.
somewhere, the moon shines on silent beaches. the moon smiles at all the smallest of dreams.