Every once in a while, my fingers itch.
Some people itch in their legs, and they run it off.
Some people itch in their wallets, and they pull extra hours to scratch it. Some people itch in their hearts, and they find relief in the company of friends or in the arms of another. Some people itch all over all the time, and some people itch in different places at different times. And when I itch, I itch in my fingers first. Whenever I get the chance, I write.