runaway

Because there are more places and towns and cities that I haven’t breathed in than there are spots on my body you haven’t touched (like my blood vessels and stomach and lungs and ovaries, well maybe you’ve touched that, but I can tell you for a fact you’ve never touched my brain, or the part of my ear that keeps me in balance, or the things you can’t physically touch, like my soul and my thoughts and everything in between) and I am dying to be a bigger part of this world than I am in yours.