Never Alone

Something feels much different about this trip, the potential for longevity, not that it's sustainable in the sense that I COULD stay here, but rather that I would want to. I use different shampoo every other day, I swim, I fall asleep early on the couch, I eat calamari and drink bourbon around lunch time. Losing yourself takes only a moment, after years and years creating and curating, meticulously. Nobody calls me, I'm busy, never in bed, no computer. I am asleep more than I am sad, I eat ice cream cones more than I am sad, I smile more than I am sad. Perhaps I wasn't meant to be established, I am a wanderer, a dawdler, I roam where I please, speak quiet, laugh loudly. I forgot work, I forgot people, I forgot home.