day one hundred ninety-nine: anonymous thinker.

i
dream
of
places
so
far
from
here.
with
people
i've
not
met
yet.
so
does
that
mean
i
should
just
leave?
or
wait
around
for
life
to
"take
me
there"?

day eighty-five: that newness.

newness

it's refreshing

theres a change

in the suns setting

newness

it's reviving

the feelings

i'm associating

newness

it's riveting

i cannot wait to see

what happens next

newness

in finding 200 plus miles

of road i've never seen

and finding my way back

from where i've been

to who i am

to where i'm going

to finding me.

i was sitting in a parking lot

dreaming.

"sleeping in love's parking lot"

like that time before

waiting for myself to show up

and nothing more

and a journey transpired within her mind

i saw things about myself i hated

i saw things i love

i found a newness that i never saw

i was capable of.

day sixty-two: a fix.

i'm craving

an escape

i'm craving

moving on

i'm craving

i'm craving

there's an itch

inside

and a twitch

inside

every single time

i see a world map

there's so much

ground to cover

i'm ready to start now

i'm craving

i'm craving

leaving on a plane

just to go

there's this calling

from the waters

from the mountains

from the forests

every direction

from here

they're all begging

to be seen

to be touched

to be written about

there are people

some more ignorant

some less

than the ones i know

but ignorant or not

they're waiting to know my name

and i'd rather start now

than never start at all

and i'm an adult, right?

but i'm still a child...

but i could go, right?

but the crowd goes mild...

there's an itch

a twitch

i'm craving

a fix.