Leaving town.

The winds which urge me onward, teased by the notion of the new, swirl in a forward vortex. The progression towards the new and exciting stands as an intimate and ultimate; all things move to an end, even as their just beginning. Thusly I'm incensed against the weariness which hangs at the corner of my eyes, and nearing the 7 year anniversary of my Westward venture, I head Southwest. Back to the roots of my inception and the core of my inspiration for a refresher course on what it means to be me. Without the artifice of internet avatar, and faced with the mirror of true self, I will purge the impurities and come back a better me.