Like a wanderer I walk as if I don’t know where I am headed to. And I am sad. Yes I am sad. For I don’t belong anywhere. I have no place to go for comfort and solace or somewhere to sleep for a quite night. I don’t have any one to call and share a meal with. Sometimes I do feel like I’m lost in a familiar place.
I am alone and lonely. I am in search for something, or someone, or of people.
All I want is a place where folks smile at me sincerely. All I ask is a friend to care for me genuinely. All I need is a mate who exclusively loves me like no other. All I want is a companion who can physically be there for me when I need a hug, a laugh, a good story or a drink.
Am I the only one in the entire face of the Earth who doesn’t have someone to call “best friend”? Pathetic isn’t it? I don’t know the feeling of knowing you have at least someone to run to when everything feels like a mess.
You know, someone you can call any time without worrying of disturbing or bothering them because you are sure that you’re not. And even if you are, it doesn’t matter. That person, who gives you advice, slaps you when you’ve done something stupid, dances with you, watches TV with you, tags you along and never forgets you.
You know, someone who never stops caring, no matter what happens and no matter how many years had passed. And that place where it feels like home, making you want to stay forever.
But I haven’t found that person. I haven’t found that place. And I am sad. Yes I am sad, for like any wanderer nobody wants me. People look at me, they greet me, give me a drink and then leave me. There’s nothing to do but go on with my journey. I don’t stay in one place very long. But deep in my heart I wish to stop walking, stop searching and just, rest ; find a home and wander no more.
Ah, that would be bliss.