I wish I had somewhere to go.

I have nowhere to go and so I have to stay here.

I wish I could just walk and walk and walk and keep on walking forever

But the pain in my feet, knees and heart means I don't get too far.

I got home and it wasn't there. Nowhere to live. But it stopped being home a long time ago.

I wished I had somewhere to go then too.

I think for the longest time, my safe place was my dorm room. It was just me, and I could close my door, and be alone with my thoughts. At least, for a time, it was mine.

Now I feel as if I have nothing that is my own. I'm just drifting, just floating from place to place with nowhere really to go.

Too poor to get my own place; my own space, no matter how small, really mine.

I hope one day (soon) I'll have a place to truly call my own.

Another sad start to the new year.

Hello 2012... please bring me happiness, love, and peace.