Places. Away. Far. Away.

I have 28 dollars to my name. Not including the 7 and 18 cents in my savings account. Or my money I store for my musical purposes. And there is just so much I want. So many things I want to do. So many places I want to go. One of them being my bed. A few others include Siesta Key, Oregon, Boulder, and Estes Park Colorado, Chicago, Lake of the Ozarks, Louisiana, California, The red wood forest, Santa Cruz, San Jose, the Dakotas, The Appalachians. And those are just the ones in country. I wish I could take off a year or so, and just go and visit all the places. And the people who live in them. 

Last night Devon, Brianna, and I all watched two movies. Great movies. Movies that get you thinking. Then we got to talking about the thinking. Now I can't stop thinking. I have so many questions to ask myself, and someone else, if only I knew who that someone else is. There is nothing like watching scene after scene of the most beautiful countryside. I just want it to be warm. I want to go camping for the first time in my life. For like a couple nights. Just, go. Away from everything. 

Now I come back to my books. To the teachings of great, and familiar men. I wish I had more time for them always. I ned to learn to budget my time. They need a place in my life. They are great at keeping me calm. And keeping myself in check. They help me remember the questions I have for the universe. 

Now I go.. Off to bed. Night all.