Missing

Missing the time when I could lay down on my *good* dad's knee, and he brushed my hair with his figers and told me stupid stories of not funny things, just to have me smiling and made me forget of my cold.

Missing the time when he used to hold me knowing I needed hug, and he didn't let me go until I was crying and even then knew exactly for how long I needed to be held.

MIssing the time when a bowl of soup and some toasts made me laugh and patched up my brokenheart.

Missing the wanderlust being filled every and any time i wanted... I feel I'm bottled up, I need more space, I need new horizons, I need to travel.