Blah.

Went on a walk to find inspiration.
I found that.. And then some.
A breath of fresh air.
A cleared head.
Some new ideas.
A couple pictures.
A busy mind.
Mud on my shoes.
New worries.
Old worries.
A boy who is somehow capable of making me melt.. And yet I know I literally don't have a single chance with him.
He flirts with everyone.. So it's easy to see he realizes I'm nothing special.
Also found that I've got a soul full of wanderlust.
The need to travel.
I'm black and white.
And also every shade of gray.
And several greens. And a lot more of the rainbow.
I am witty, and boring.
Hopeful and dreary.
Overflowing wanderlust, and anchored to the floor with my own fears.
So many things.
I don't even know.
Meh.