I spent tonight whistful with thoughts of running away, escaping mistakes, judgements and the chaos that remains on my path.
I dream of Italian streets I’ve never seen, hotel suites never experienced and poloroids never captured.
I fantasise of the peace lone travelling would bring, venturing to places where I’m unknown and faceless, where I can just exist.
I also dream of you, your arms around me as you carried me up the stairs, your hands on my thighs as you drew me closer and your eyes, penetrating and beautiful, staring into mine.
And that’s how I know I really must get away.
Santorini, Greece 😍😍
SLOW LIFE -Biarritz / France 🇨🇵