Alone ?

I am floating, 

Suspended

From strings tied,

To a place unknown

Enveloped by space,

Empty and alone

A world away,

From all I know,

From who I am

A mute spectator,

As my life back home

Rushes on by,

I am absent, 

Unnecessary ?

I feel out of place now,

A world away,

From all I know,

From who I was ?

Autumn

Its yellowness, Its redness

The trees as if on fire

In these days cold and grey

Their warmth golden

Mellow, 

Like home.....

I wrote this back in October when I went to Lago Como for a day trip. Just found it in my notebook. Came back to me now somehow and makes a lot of sense too.