the next

i have always known that i would live in transit here. to be on the move for the next breath, to wonder about the next tomorrow. 12 years on, i am still here for the next confirmation of the rest of my everything. i wait. and i wait. but i am not a patient or passive passenger. i grew up with mtv and computer games so i have a short attention span and a need for instant gratification. i want change now and i want my future today. but life and the bureaucratic systems i party with do not see eye-to-eye with me.

within the past few weeks i said many goodbyes. there were goodbyes to single friends who gave away a phase of their life shared with me. i am left to share this part of my life alone for now. there were other goodbyes said to people moving to places further than the delivery man delivers. i am left to follow their routes on new soils through sporadic postcards and virtual connections. i have said so many goodbyes throughout my nomadic career that i feel like a politician on the campaign trail, buying another vote with mechanical words and charm.

and so i live on for the next hello. tomorrow.