I ‘ve been feeling lonely these days. So, I decided to write what I feel through the eyes of a wanderer.
“I am nothing but a wanderer, devoid of a home to either stay in or to return to. I am nothing but a lone wolf, a solitary spirit of this world.”
These are the words that describe my very own existence….. A wanderer, a solitary traveler. I have tried to forge ties, bonds, but all failed. I wander to find a place where I do belong, only to learn that my footprints don’t last at all.
Years ago, I thought I already have found an oasis. I weaved several red strings for I thought I have found my paradise…. my very own place in this world….. But the red strings weren’t enough. Rather, the red strings brought me pain. It gave me a hard time leaving….. For a wanderer that used to belong to nowhere, this was one of the hardest goodbyes…. I left with wounds on my hands, trying to remove the red strings I, myself, forged.
Now, I still am in a journey to find the one true place for me. I continue to wander, as this lone wolf gazes upon the night sky hoping to have a glimpse of its beloved full moon.