The endless expanse calls. Wide, stretching far to the horizon.
Green and sprawling. Living.

...Empty.
Where am I going? I don't know.
Why am I going? I'm... not sure.

To avoid being still. Stillness is death.
Who's with me? Just me, myself.
No one else. My journey. My peace.

I see blurry shapes of people and other creatures in the distance.
I think I know them. I can't be sure. The shapes fade away once I go their way.
Did I leave something behind? Comfort and unease.
What for? For comfort and unease.
I'm restless, so I sit down. There's enough to see not to think.

Nothing is distinct enough to grab my attention. So I ruminate, yet again.
Why I'm here?
Why is there no destination in sight?
Maybe I should go back eventually...
On a second thought, probably not. I tried. Nothing was there. Strange.
Did I forget?

Did the place I was supposed to go back to cease to be?
Maybe it's just a memory. Right.
It felt nice. It was something that brought joy.
Or am I making that up? How long has it been, again?
Yesterday. No, a week ago. An eternity? One of those.
Maybe I really forgot.
At least I have my tea. I have just enough supplies, I don't feel like I have to worry.
The gentle wind feels nice. So does the afternoon sun. Pleasant.
Perhaps it's just enough. I wander to avoid being still for too long. Keeps me feeling alive.

The world is beautiful, full of...
Empty. Green, but dead. Thoughts live here.
Thoughts and memories.
People too... Somewhere. It's just my fault that I don't see any.
The tea was as good as always. Some welcome nourishment.
Time to get up, pack the bags and go~

...Somewhere.

The night will be cold. I don't know why, but I know.

~***~

This lovely watercolor piece was a birthday gift I got from  danero, who has yet again proven he can do an excellent job with any medium. I slacked on uploading it for a while, but came to a realization it describes me far better than I originally thought. This tea is a toast to us, "social nomads". Those of us who didn't fit in for longer than a while. The ones who have seen many things at a brief glance. The ones who seem to think more than they do things. My brethren who have lost a sense of direction, but kept walking anyway, since the chill walk is pleasant on its own.

We're the kind, odd strangers in every town. Exchanging courteous greetings and little gifts, then leaving, since it's not our home. We even come back sometimes. Many know us... A little. That's all that is necessary, since we will go on, eventually.
I wish the most auspicious weather upon my fellow travellers. Many sunny days, with a hint of breeze. Remember to sit down when tired.

Have some music to go with it, too. Cold Blood, Soaked Fur

And to all the others, congratulations! You have scrolled through the incoherent ramblings. What can I add to an artwork but a chaotic stream of thoughts? Sergals are cool and watercolor traditional art is a very visually pleasing medium, so I'm indeed very happy with this piece. A splendid gift ^^

Art credits to the artist, right here ->
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