No matter how long I’ve lived, this characteristic persists.
It is inborn, indelible.
You cannot destroy this aspect of me.
I’ll suffer for it. Terribly.
But in the end, it will take me away from all this garbage, and bring me to a new shore.
And I’ll keep drifting from shore to shore, looking for shelter.
Drifting.
And suffering.
Odilonvert 