How do you know that you belong?

Amongst the long pauses of untangling thoughts, 

 and the hollow laughs that follow, 

When you aren't sure if it's amusing or weird to feel that you are not there?

 When at times you find a piece of your self in the fallen leaves;

 among the many tiny desperate greener spots, 

sure to be forgotten in the sea of yellowish brown of summer. 

 When you feel so lost in a creek with ever so known yet unknown faces,

 and you desperately try to open your eyes but its all grey and cold, 

 When you know for sure that your fears have now grown into trees so old

 and deep that they hardly let you breathe, 

 How do you know that you belong ?