It's not here...

I want to roam.  When I was a little girl, I never wanted to go home, and now that the one who made my heart feel at home has gone, I have no call to stay in one place anymore.  I want to roam.  Watch the sparkling show of stars greet the red mountains in a kiss goodnight, a gentle hum of an engine in my ear.  I want to roam.  Fur coats and hats, hiding glow sticks that bounce on blackness in cavernous domes of pounding music. I want to roam. Blue seas and blue skies and nary a line between them except for me, a bronze reflection of the sun.


I can't stay here, I was never meant to be here, not without him...I have to roam.