What is here.

You find yourself thousands of miles away from home and have no idea still what you are doing. You have moments of direction. Then one word makes you feel completely lost and you have to start all over again. Miles and minutes pass and you only know where you are, not where you are going. An explanation of all these feelings would feel silly. No one would understand that you are a child out there alone.

So now you feel like you are here floating. Tired of moving, yet restless as ever. Your body is here, but you left pieces of your mind in random cafes and empty highways. No one knows what thoughts they hold, not even you. New thoughts seem to just build the same desires.

Someone tries to keep you, but they don’t realize that you’re not even here. You are a sunset in a strange place. You are a river near a hill that keeps your heart. And your love blew out of your car window during the first hundred miles. It’s all where you mean it to be.

 

 

 

 

-Gabrielle Sukich