Wanderer
I am not the kind of person who just wakes up and suddenly decide to go out for a walk and go nowhere and everywhere. No, I'm not that kind of wanderer.
I'm the kind that floats among people never leaving a mark behind. I wander from face to face, situation to another. This is the kind of wanderer I am. I just drift along everything, and then I stopped. The kind of stop that keeps me rooted. But then I started wandering again, but I'm still rooted. How? Well, I wander in pieces from disintegrating slowly. Until, when the time comes, what's left behind is this hole where I once was rooted. And all my pieces wander around never knowing how to get back and where to go.
