she didnít know what she wanted and she knew how no one ever did...but she did know one thing: she wanted to be found in the rain. She wanted to run wild...she wanted to fall, and feel safe, but dangerous enough to let her heart drop. She wanted love, true love, pure and kind and untouched. The kind that wasnít ruined by the chaos of the world. The kind you would find in a small coffee shop in some foreign country. That is all she really wanted, and she didnít know where or how it would appear, but she knew, deep within her, it would show itself in the form of something unexpected.
What am I doing here?
No matter where you go, there you are
We donít go anywhere.† Going somewhere is for squares.† We just go!
Donít tell me how educated you are.† Tell me how much you have traveled
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware
It is not down in any map; true places never are
If you look like your passport, youíre too ill to travel
He who would travel happily must travel light
The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page