constant movement

i find myself in foreign places a lot. there is no such thing as home, this i know, but i feel as if foreign places are home more than ever now. i like walking down a street that reminds me of absolutly nothing. it puts peace in my heart. i like the sea, because its never still. restless, like the kind i am. i like watching solid and divided lines pass faster than i can see. it makes me feel free. absoulte freedom. i have this, but with it comes lonesome times. its not a weakness, its a feeling. a feeling that will come and go forever, until the last. it has made me what i am today, so i wear it on my face. the colder the better. i wouldnt change anything for the world.