I walk the streets with my head down, no one seems to notice me. I prefer it that way. I am no more memorable than the cashier that makes change in the grocery store, so my presence will not be missed.
But I like it here and have decided to make my life here for awhile...
I have made a home for myself and will go on as any other person. I will listen to their music and eat their food. I will watch their entertainment and take note of their stories, and when I have had enough I will gather the belongings which I truly call my own and move on as I have throughout my time.
I have lived a long life and yet somehow this world still fills me with wonder.
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