Dreaming of Spring

Monday, March 30th, 2015

A cool breeze has seeped into my bones,
and it blows and blows and blows —
never resting,
never stopping.

It can be both a blessing and a curse
to call nowhere and everywhere home.
To never be truly at home.
Always a stranger — a foreigner.

It can be both a blessing and a curse
to always be restless,
whether at home, pacing.
or in some strange place, lost.

I can squeeze my life into a suitcase
yet, the world is a better fit.

The planet, with its immense oceans
can only begin to satisfy my wonder —
my hunger.

and I look up at the stars
and say, “more.”

IT’S SPRING. My personal philosophy: always act like it’s spring. All I can think of lately is pastels and blooms — passports and travels. Not the crazy spring break college travels that make me sick at the smell of anything chemically after; I mean the real deal. Hostels and hotels; paper maps, strange languages and strangers. Pretty foreign words that pitter patter against my brain like raindrops. Enough of my daydreams; that’s just what this look feels like to me: a spring day in Amsterdam, wandering through the floating flower market and picnicking at the edge of a canal at sunset. Again, I’m loving flowy, effortless looks this spring! I normally can’t wear yellows because of my pale skin and hair, but something about this creamy yellow just sold me completely. I paired this easy, airy top with my favorite distressed boyfriend jeans and a pair of patent pastel sandals for the ultimate beginning of spring look. Oh, spring, thank you for your presence.