lost

I've spent a long time looking for my people. My tribe. My group. Every time I think I've found them something happens that tugs at the rose lens I forget that I wear and suddenly they aren't my people. They belong to each other quite happily but somehow I am always an outsider.

I've been around long enough to know who they aren't. Maybe I don't have any people. Maybe being an observer excludes me from that. And yet when you're separate from something, objectivity can be lost to lust and envy.