Writing by Claire Shankie. Illustration by Claire Shankie.
Where should I go?
Where should I stay?
Do I belong?
I’ll leave anyway.
Start? Finish?
Who knows.
Flowing through,
Calmly grow.
Disappoint, let down.
Not sure who to be now.
Not used to being around,
All those in this old town.
Love in no belonging.
Am I really here?
Mind and experience have no bonding.
This illusion is unclear.
Constant observing.
Worlds carelessly pass by.
For what am I reserving,
My ability to fly?