I’m not fun, ok?

I am not fun.I am only that which I am, though I try to be that which I’m not. I am by default who I am because of what I am. I cannot pretend anymore because it’s damaging me. Every moment I hide, a missing life I decide. I am almost alone, if not for my breathing or my beating heart. My eyes see the world before me and my mind whispers what it senses. 
I am a man who walks through deserts sands who watches the wind and rides time. I am within a man who has nothing and everything yet has never been found.
Relentlessly I continue. I am weathered by the world. I am strong and I am brave. I eat and sleep only so that I can move on again. 
Nothing is familiar, everyday presents itself anew. Landscapes change around me and time watches on. Variety and change are my daily wares. I adapt every time and I become, 
 that which I never was but that which I was always destined to be. 
I am like time, a nomadic wanderer, a river that flows, a wave that forever undulates.
I relentlessly continue, wandering the plains of the sunset, seeking something more, yearning to be. 
I’m looking for me.

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