For craving that sense of adventure, am I wrong?
My urge to move–
and explore the undiscovered–;
Am I wrong,
for wanting more?
What is a life without your experience,
and why would I want one the same as the other?
When every day is the same and you fall into routine and get bored–even just for a second—am I wrong for wanting to run away from it all—tell me,
am I wrong?
It’s been less than a month since I touched down in Sunny California. What I can tell you is that the palm trees I spent my whole life dreaming of are outside my door every morning I wake up.
What I also can tell you is that these trees and warmth are not the ones I’m dreaming of anymore
but every other one on lands I have yet to see.
It’s been less than a year since I moved out here to California and I’m already planning on leaving.
What I’ve seen,
What I’ve experienced,
has been no moment taken for granted.
I love California.
Goddamit, I fucking love California.
It’s beautiful and everything that I imagined & plus some.
But theres too much to do!
Things to be done!
Places to go,
Things to be seen!
And I want to be the one to do it.
To do it all!
While I’m alive.
Am I wrong for that?