May 18, 2017

I'm engulfed in them to the point of restlessness. Visions of wanderlust and written words and spoken words and read words and fabrics and the outdoors and the split second of fear and uncertainty when the plane takes off and the knowledge that when you get off, for a moment, you can be whatever you want to be. 

These replay in my mind when I try to catch the stupid breath that's been failing me for weeks. How can my lungs be full of so many dreams and plans? How can they hold in so much youthful optimism, but when I push to release it all, what comes out is stagnant and uninspiring? 

I want to be out there experiencing life. I want to tell stories. I want to dissect beautiful minds layer by layer and share their knowledge with the world. 

I want to live without the fear of tomorrow. I want my breath to slowly fill me in with oxygen. I want to remember what life before anxiety was like. I want a sign - that this is where I'm meant to be. 

Photos by Aidan Bradbury-Aranda
earrings: vintage store in Montrose
jacket: Crossroads Trading Co.
ring: Mexico
top: Aeropostale
bag: Bearded Beagle vintage shop
skirt: J. Crew
shoes: Crossroads Trading Co.  

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