My eyes dont wander even though I have itchy feet. The further I get away from something  familiar the more I understand what it means to me. Each mile is challenging. I get tangled. Very tangled. The truth is im getting tired of her, him, them and myself. Mostly myself. I am a cannabal king… maybe you are too. So cannabal queen. It is rare. We eat people. I love that you’re away. You’re tangled. I’m turned down all the time, that’s what keeps me spreading my love. It’s a very tiny risk im willing to take. I’m also turned up one friend, one drink, one state, one picture, and one word at a time. I am sixteen days  from being twenty one and twenty eight days from traveling another tweleve thousand miles. I have some time to get lost.