That wasn't my journey

This is not my journey, he said Not where I’m supposed to be Where I belong… Walking nights Aimless Unfathomable comfort in not knowing yet uncomfortable enough to admit he knows the truth Surrendering to the gravity of where he belongs but where? That’s still the question It just isn’t here Not in this time…

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