I have this scratch I want to so desperately itch. A scratch that runs deep into my soul. A scratch as long as the endless highways across the land. A scratch to explore, for adventure.
To pack a bag in the middle of the night and catch a train or a greyhound going anywhere. To say fuck it, and leave.
And maybe some day I will, but not right now. Right now I just have to numb the ache, the desire to itch, with daydreams and hiking. And maybe, someday, I'll get to leave.












