i want more

I've been alone in my hometown for nearly two days and I still feel an itching in my thighs. I've traded prescription drugs, read books in bed, and played Magic cards with old friends. The best feeling I've gotten was from riding along in the passenger seat thinking about how free it feels not to be driving somewhere close.

I want more road.
In a constant state of departure,
exit ramps are a disappointing method
for measuring distances from destinations.