Somebody

Some friends you see once in a while, but somehow it does not matter. There is something invisible that connects us. Something the eye can never see, but the soul is always aware of.

 I love nature. It speaks without words.

A few weeks ago I met with a friend. We had tea, a chat- as we tend to do every six months for the past 5 and a half years.

What struck me was his words- there must be somebody out there that would understand him, his life style and be suitable for him.

I bit my lip as I have a habit of being so direct with him and the bluntness is sometimes brutal.

But what I wanted to say was - you keep on occupying yourself with unsuitable people because you fall in love with a nationality and therefor "the person stays a "somebody" instead of ever having a name!

I did not say it.

He asked where I was heading. I said home. He asked where home was these days. I shrugged my shoulders.

For once I chose to keep quiet and left.

I took the train - home, booked a flight and for once, I knew where home was.

I don't feel like talking anymore. I started living while the talking about somebody continued!