Itch

The itch we all have.

The itch to quit our jobs.

The itch to be our own boss.

The itch to leave our husbands, wives, significant others. The itch to stay apart.

The itch to crawl over the rampart.

The itch to find a new lover.

The itch to find a new cover.

The itch to avoid your burdensome feelings.

The itch to avoid any sort of fictitious healing.

The itch to avoid what makes others kneel.

The itch to be different. The itch to denounce the indifferent.

The itch to go to a coffee shop and talk to a stranger.

The itch to go on the dance floor and say, “Let’s leave together and face some danger!”

The itch to go live in a city. The itch to stop being the one who stays. The itch to be your life’s ranger.

The itch to stop the routine. The itch to tell those who keep you in place, “Go screw yourself, this is my life to live. Go find another day-player!”

The itch to leave without a word, the itch to not be renounced and not seen.

The itch to walk without knowledge. The itch to do this blindly and repeat.

The itch to be the one who says, “This is my time to go out and meet.”

The itch of new people and their different narratives. The itch to write one of your own for those with no prior imperative.

The itch to be new. The itch to be adventurous in your eyes. The itch to freely look into the sky.

The itch to be nothing and everything. The itch to be allowed to say, “I’m going to just not worry. It is acceptable to lead my exclusion.”

The itch to unapologetically create delusion. The itch to drive with every bit of jovial illusion.

The itch to be something grandiose for no reason. The itch to write limitlessly for your creativity’s adhesive.

The itch to ride away in your imagination’s world of ugliness and beauty, and continue forward without a sense of duty.

The itch to be what everyone fears. The itch to be just to be the one who finally steers.

The itch to stop the insatiable. The itch to stop being unavailable.

The itch to be what you need to be.

The itch to survive for you and not we.