I have no place to call my own. I have lived in the same town my entire life, I can picture every place I have ever been perfectly in my mind and remember everything that happened there, and yet no where means anything special to me. Not in my childhood, as a young teen, or even now as a young adult; it all seems so empty. Should I leave this place I would have nowhere to even return to visit, it would all be just a distant memory. I do not know where to live, nor where my final resting place should be because everything is so void of emotion for me. Is my life really this hollow, do I really have no meaning or purpose? I do not know these answers or whether they even matter. So I sit in the dark and ponder while my soul continues to wander, for I have no place to call my own.