There is a need somewhere within me, a need that wedges itself between my ribs and wraps around my bones, a need to go.
Go, it whispers.
Go.
Anywhere.
To walk new streets until my feet know the pebbles in the road like old friends and maps are obsolete.
To wear the city like a sweater until the itch of unfamiliarity fades to a warm, soft comfort that wraps me tight each morning.
To breathe in the air and breathe out the slang and the language like I was born with it in my lungs; like nature planted me the words in my chest when I took my first breath.
There is an itch beneath my skin that begs me not to stay put for too long.
Go, it tells me.
Go.
Anywhere.
Live in new places until they are old friends.
Meet strangers on every corner until every corner is filled up with familiar faces.
Go, it tells me.
Go make the far away lands home so many times that one day, not a place in the world will feel foreign.
Wear the culture like a jacket and the streets like shoes and the language like breath and become the all world wound up in one, single body.
Go, it tells me.
Go.
Anywhere.
