Its 2 am and I can only lay in bed and crave what I can't have. I want open spaces, I miss having room to breathe and get lost in. I want to go for late night drives with the windows rolled down and the warm wind slipping through my fingers. I want more adventure, random crazy adventure. I'm so scared of losing who I am. Getting stuck in a routine and forgetting that I enjoy randomness, spending my day off painting, sleeping in, just driving to go no where. I'm trying not to forget who I am but its hard until I'm alone at 2 am and its all I can think about.
