Hello, I'm in Deleware.

The last couple days were so nice. I've spent it with someone who is everything I could ever ask for in another person. Nothing is as wonderful as having this reason to come home from the road.

I can't wait to see the country. I want to take in all of the sights and smells, every last bit of it. For some reason I have this romantic draw to the south. I want to see everything I've read about, everything I have imagined in my head. Even though, I'm sure its far from what I've envisioned. It always is.

"This is a poem. A combination of a sentence broken up to form a rhythm . You are a poem. Little pieces of my senses broken up to form an image."