The feeling of fear with no reason but the strange place,
The rareness moment in my veins from the place I go
The moment of silent and wonders about the queer spot in me.
The new experimental feelings,
Vibrations and body language about the odd particular area.
Knowing that no one will ask one another,
With obligations, elicits deep feelings of liberation,
The quicker my attachment to any idea of how I should be frightened is discarded
I’m grateful merely that there is the path I can travel
Without an agenda, or company to distract me,
I invariably feel a certain hopelessness that can appear contrary to my aimlessness.
Perhaps it’s just the feeling of being new in a strange place.