I don’t belong anywhere.
At least not at this point in life.
I float because I haven’t found it,
Or have found it
In motion.
The people will be where ever, if I open myself to them.
The experiences are everywhere, if I’m aware.
Contentment will find me if I give her the chance,
there’s no rush to jump that gun.
Travels can be lonely
Other times too social
And that’s ok.
Not every moment will be perfect
Not every moment should be perfect.
And that’s ok.
Why am I concerned by my lack of commitment?
I’ll settle when settling is right
And I’ll know.
Trust the instinct,
Trust the urge,
Trust the knowledge gained,
Trust yourself.
Trust the road of open possibility

And go.