hunting for nothing.

i'm a little bit a nomad. just a little bit. i can't say for sure.

i've never been able to say anything for sure.

i'm in between places, in between houses, in between head spaces. my things are scattered all over the place and i realize now how little i actually need. some people. a place to rest my head. a toothbrush. i find enough in the things i've left around to get me by. and i'd get by even if it weren't there. and i find i'm always leaving myself hints. i find i'm always finding myself in little places tucked away in corners and all over the place.