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 and space
Maybe nowhere in this lifetime
Maybe tomorrow
but not now
I need to keep myself away
from you
I need to keep you away
from me
I need to keep myself away
away
away from myself
Myself
Who am I?
No self
Where do I belong?
No where
I am here.
Here is where I belong
As for who I am?
I am always the second choice.
The option she never chooses.
She never will
This is not my journey, he said
Not where I’m supposed to be
Where I belong…
I belong nowhere
to no one
on the edge of the rings of Saturn
in the heart of the moon
Walking in the memories of another life
That wasn’t my journey
Photo by the beautiful Trisha Gates
