There is a place, a no man's land. Neither desert nor deserted, it is simply uninhabited. It is neither foreign nor familiar, no matter how long you stay or how long you stay away when you leave. It is an oasis, a lure, an illusion - depending on the day. It is a full moon - but behind moving clouds.
It is the part of you that belongs to someone else. Given or taken, you do not recall. Does it matter? Does it make a difference?
You want to name this place, draw it on the map, give it a governance. But you can't. Some days you can't even believe it still exists. With reason - some days it doesn't. But that doesn't last.
As much as you would like never and forever to exist here, they do not. You are forced to make do. And yet, you cannot.