Dammed to an eternity of sel-fish. 
Drowning, in the puddle that is air.
You have too little.
They would rather not share it with you. 
Home,
the flood that is self? 
You don't, 
infect my nirvana with disappointment.
You are disappointment. 
You are, 
The Infection. 
Human. 
Parasite.

...I start to wonder,
Is there even still a difference?
Did it ever exist.