I always find myself longing to go. To leave. To travel. Is that me or is it something else just building up inside me? I have this invisible pull to pick up and drive. No destination. No map. Just me and the need to fill that void. What is it or is there no name for this pull? Am I the only one feeling this or are there more like me? I need to know. I have to know. Will I figure it out or will it always be taunting me in the back of my mind? Maybe I need to see what's out there. That may be all this is. Just a hunger for the world. Not the world in its ugliness, but the world in its beauty.
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