Ink SpillWishing to be in a land not of your own.
No matter where you live, there is always that dream to live in a far off land, a land so different from the one you’re standing.
You imagine, you paint, you research, you may even save a buck or two, hoping that one day you’ll arrive at your destined place, your home, your land, your heaven.
It’s funny that that place is always somewhere that is not here.
Someone somewhere must of been born in the place they most desire, right?
Or are we just never satisfied, always looking for someplace else to go?
Maybe we’re just looking for our heaven, we cannot feel peace, we’re just dying to go there.