The reality was I could never rest. Safety was the perpetual prize, but it simply did not exist. Not in my space.
So I walked. Attempts to lose myself… getting lost in the city.
It’s early morning and the storm is upon me. Under trees, between bushes, slipping and sliding about. The park – my garden, my haven, until the dogs come out.
Onto me. Trying to track my scent. Sniff me out. One final attack.
I huddle. Trying to conserve my heat. Back up against the wall of some random community/health facility. I should be inside, but I’m not. Huddled and I am homeless. At least in that space for that moment. My identity mutable. Beyond repair.
Shifting… perpetual.
Sunlight Through Trees 