Traveling dots

I am not the luggage, 

I am not the rain

I am not the coming of the train

I am not the waiting 

I am not the leaving

I am not the loss

I might be lost

But I am not this empty feeling

I am not the colours of faith after the rain

I am not the escaping pictures

I am not the disappearing life

No this is not me

It can't be me...

I am just a moving dot after words. 

hence I am an endless line

I am all the ending dots of unforgiven words . 

a.n