the NOmad

I’m in the habit of making to-d0-lists that I know won’t get done.

I place myself in uncomfortable situations often,

         and chase rainbows blindly off cliffs.

I repeat myself constantly…

Like a robot, only expecting different results each time.

The definition of insanity.

 

My life is not and never has been my own.

As if I’m the last picked player on the corner of a boardgame

          with no control over my piece.

 

No Peace.

 

I’m restless as is my spirit constantly.

My thoughts fleeting.

My emotions fluctulent.

I struggle and want stability, satisfaction, joy, contentment.

None of which I’ve known for some time now.

 

So I bob for Good Apples and retrieve these Nectarines daily ….

…..none of which surprisingly I have an appetite for any longer.

Perhaps it’s time I re-route yet again.

                                                            -NNB