“The biggest disease today is not leprosy or tuberculosis, but rather the feeling of being unwanted, uncared for and deserted by everybody.” -Mother Teresa

My heart beats loudly as my head pounds trying to keep up with it.
My feet remain on the floor, my legs scream at them to just get on with getting on with it.
My eyes reflect back from the mirror and the sun slices through field greens and muddy water browns.
Such a scene to be seen, but I am all alone as I wander through my city streets and into uncharted towns.
Would anyone make the trip or if so would they stay?
Nestled in the blankets of my private get away?
Some have skipped breakfast, but stayed up to count the stars,
Others carved their way out of dodge, leaving little sign they’d come besides the scars.
My fingers trace the grooves the…