Where have I been?

I have been dreaming of being chased through a train. I have been drawing birds. I have been watching pigeons fluttering in my peripheral vision. I have been told that my feet are lined for luck so I have been walking on my good fate. I have watched old friends link hands. I have found my inner dance. I have drunk battery fluid. I have been sick of bad writing so I have been etching into sand, river and paper. I have drunk two rivers and been swallowed by a desert. I have been hiding from everyone I know.