I am me. About 5824 days young, give or take, and am called Allison. Alyson. Allisyn, Allyson, Alisyn… Undefined, and I don’t want to ever be drawn into the picture of gravity and what not. Me. I dream of drifting away. It caught me, it has. That terrible aching disease, pain, want, deep fustration, feeling it all the way to the center of your being, the middle of your body, your bones. Wanderlust. I wouldn’t want it any other way… But right here, right now, it is k i l l i n g me. Soon, though; I will find my wings. Hah, stay in touch, because this is my journey.