The art of constant motion

Of slipping almost unnoticed through life

In place of a memory

Formed from each exchange

Overlapping and never pausing

There's a comfort in finding somewhere alike

Despite unknown words paired

With the unfamiliar faces of strangers

It is not so dissimilar

And it’s nice, simply existing

A sense of belonging comes with being elsewhere

Finding solace in being misplaced

I value my freedom too much to return to what I know

How does one go from that to this

And willingly circle back around again?

The freedom that feels so liberating to surrender yourself to

Can in turn become a restraint

The limitless nature of autonomy becoming a self inflicted loneliness

Impermanence of a time and place

Patiently waiting in anticipation of next time

Craving the feeling of displacement

Momentum sparing us the weight of longing

Hidden behind a desperation to be elsewhere

Perhaps an unfulfilling obsession

A compilation of finite moments

Placeholders until one reaches an end

Fade in music for an exit

And I shall do so silently without witness