My Referral

I felt I was the paintings in the cave. Hence, the graffiti on the rock near the river far from my native tribe of nothing. I was in the land of alone, peering from the harbor of unknown thoughts and reminiscences.
I've always been there. Its as though I'm bound to that place like a spirit bound to a haunting ground searching for their remainder. I'm stuck, with nothing but every branch,leaf, and false imaginary canoe made of twigs.