Written 12/18/17

Why is it that I feel such longing for places I've never actually seen?

I see a beautiful scene in a picture, and I feel a longing for it, and I think that it's because I want to actually be there and fully appreciate it

But when I finally am at that place, that longing is still there. That longing for something I could never quite place

And I've figured it out, what I am always longing for

These places, these scenes and beautiful landscapes remind me of the fantasy worlds in books I've read long ago. Worlds I can never truly, completely be a part of, can only be a spectator to the events of the worlds I have come to love so much

Worlds of magic, of peace and war, triumph and defeat, death and love

And though I have never really seen these worlds but in my own head, when I see beautiful landscapes, they remind me of the worlds I have inside me, worlds that have shaped me at my core

Because these worlds are different for every person. Everyone, though they may read the same book, the worlds they imagine are unique

And I long because I can never completely be there

And so I can never be truly complete

Sometimes I feel like I was born into the wrong world...