The Random Ramblings of Lauren

I kiss you and taste the ocean on your lips, the sun on your cheeks, the wind in your hair, the fire in your soul. I taste the passion of every "I love you" and the desire of your fingers against my skin. I taste the places we have been, and the places we have yet to go. I taste the world in a single kiss and know, with perfect clarity, that within you lies every adventure I could ever dream of, and every place I will ever call home.

I've never been good at staying still. My mind fidgets and flutters from thought to thought with fleeting fancy. A momentary fix of attention and dopamine, before I'm searching for something more elsewhere. I wander and roam, bumping against temporary people or places to feel at home, before that sensation fades and I'm off again. I find something I like; and suddenly I don't like it. I fixate on finding something bigger, or better. I make myself something to eat; I'm not hungry. My need for food has been replaced by another whim. I find a new style or look that feels like me; and all of a sudden I don't recognise the stranger in front of me. I'm exhausted beyond the realms of comprehension; so much so that my body refuses to go on, and yet my mind surges on with steadfast determination in search of a new spark.  But all too soon, that spark has flickered and died, and I'm back to being lost, a speck of dust in the centre of a tornado of possibility and ...