look, here i am. feet planted deep into this rural ground, and it's taking all of my effort to not take off running.
my heart aches for the road, for
c ons t a nt
   mov e me nt.

i'm not saying that i like goodbyes,
but i can handle them.

you see, i'm not the type of girl that was made to stay in one place. my fingernails were meant to scrape up dirt from the earth, and my eyes were built to take in the beauty of a thousand different places. my heart was crafted to beat in oregon and miami and rome.

but here i am.
restlessness scratches at my organs,
and i am ready to g o o o o o.