My nest is so safe, so warm and familiar. My youthful spirit carries me through the adventures of my future, painting pictures in my mind and leaving a taste in my mouth.
What will it smell like, what will it look like and what will it feel like?
I don’t want to be just a dreamer, a philosopher or the architect of castles in the air any more. I want to test my limits, go beyond them and see where my world will carry me away to; whether it has the power to captivate me. But before I spread my wings and sail away I indulge myself for one last time in the sweet familiarity of my youthful soul.
No longer here. Not yet there. In between.
