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.