Searching

I am exhausted

Of tedious feelings of self hatred

Coalesced with isolation

Sick of the mindlessness of

Cohabitation with souls empty

Of understanding and love

Forcing themselves in artificial relationships

False laughter fills my head

And lifts me off my feet

Like a hot air balloon I drift with no aim

I just follow the currents of friendship

Seeking a location that I could call home

But they always lead somewhere prettier

With vacant roomies for rent

But my pockets are empty

And they don’t accept credit cards

So I dance across the borderlands

Hoping that my empty heart and native songs

Attract costumers, and they will give me their pocket change

Maybe one day I can afford a room but for now

I will practice my prose and performance

And let the hot air fill me,

Until I drift off … again.