Forward Motion

You find a place where you can just 'be" and then suddenly, it's gone. You try to rebuild that place over a few months time, and then, suddenly it too is gone. When you finally have the opportunity to, perhaps, build that place again, do you take it? Do you spend all your time and effort trying to fool yourself into thinking that; "You are home."? You can lie awake at night in a strange room and pretend that it is the one place that you actually felt safe. You can pretend that the sounds you hear are familiar, but deep down you know that they are not. I've moved........yet again.......back into a place that was not once as I left it though the small things remain the same. My room is the way it was. But it's not my room. It never will be. My room is a little solarium facing the port. Were you can see the moon, the stars, and the clouds. You could hear the creaking of the plexi-glass and climb on the roof. I will never be in my room again. I will always be moving, but I hope that someday, when I actually do have a home, that I will have a room. All my own.

Rendezvous

I know, it’s been a long time. Like parting ways with a very dear friend. You think about that friend from time to time and wonder if you will ever be reunited. This was once my haven and I lost it. I tried to find a new one, but it failed. There is something that the Circadian Heartbeat fills that nothing else has, not even a new blog could do that. It’s also a good way to deal with life when you have no one to talk to. My other blog will be for that boy, but this is me and my life. I miss being able to say things in here that I know only a few people will ever read. It’s my secret. Like hoping that someone is watching you as you make a fool of yourself splashing in puddles when it rains. It’s your secret, yet you hope that someone knows and is keeping it too.