step back

The roads grow wider and the light thins. A grey overhang in the sky. I am melting into the shadows. Hibernating in the crowds.

In the rabbit warren hostels, in stacked beds and gendered rooms I am alone. Finally. Again.

Between the big issues and caffination I knit myself a cover. Weave that which has not dissipated into an identity of sorts. My own map of every city is hardwired. I've traced these steps before. If I chose another laneway would my conclusions change?

From the distance life seems as significant as up close. Have I finally found my meaning? The place where I belong?