I don't belong anywhere. I don't belong to anybody. I am part of nothing. Always alone, even when with people.
Alone.
Always.
There is a pageant before me, shifting faces, places and I look on, sometimes slightly intrigued, most times indifferent. Time passes, people pass, places wobble and shift and reform into something else.
I meet someone on the lift and we chat and exchange stories.
I meet someone at a gift shop and she tells me her name.
I meet someone for dinner who smiles and asks me if this could ever be home.
I say no. Not for me. I don't have a home. I drift, like some piece of wood, forever searching, never finding, buffeted by the waves.
Never finding.
Alone.
Forever.
