Greenhouse

There's a restlessness brewing, its itch is spreading inside your skin and cannot be blamed entirely on the lingering sunshine, the mild afternoons. It says perhaps you are not where you are meant to be, says perhaps there is a freedom somewhere out there that would put your mind at ease. It scours apartment listings but also dreams of a house in the woods, wonder who it is you could be if you stretched your limbs to where they didn't know they could reach. 

You get nowhere in an instant. 

Every journey worth taking
is a thousand miles
and more.