fernweh: [n] an ache for distant places; the craving for travel
i do not know about the world.
when the wind inches closer to the cherry blossoms and soothes them into a downward spiral, i might begin to cry.
it is a hiccuping dream; to trek my way to a teeming city where nobody knows who i am or what i have done. the scent of exuberant people and the burning taste of snow on my tongue and the melody of broken rib-cages whisper to me ever so sightly; lulling me towards the place they promise to be.
when the reflection off the bejewelled lanes of winding alleys dance on my face, i might begin to cry.
i might drink steaming coffee under a lonely bridge when the night is aging, and the stars kiss the horizon. i might carve my name on graffiti-infested walls and take polaroid pictures of wind chimes. when i pass by a school, i might pray for the children to hold onto the nightmare for a little longer.
when i trudge back home at midnight, one glass slipper lost in a place far, far away, i might begin to cry.