a dream as a wanderlust

I want to travel the world. And braid my hair as I'm staring up at the immensity of the Eiffel Tower. And sigh at the beauty of the looming irish castles. And clasp hands with the one person who can make me happy with a glance. And sketch the fashion of Italy. And dip my fingertips in the waters of the Cayman. And strut my stuff down England's fine cobblestone streets. Wanderlust.