The world outside just makes me wanna run and scream and hide inside my mind behind the wings of my demons, and in there is where I cry out and pray that someday my angels will finally learn how to fly me away back home, even if it is just for a short stay so I can permanently learn from all of my 3-D mistakes and come back as the man that God had originally made, and I say God for lack of a better term, because I really truly have no idea how to define the indefinable, yet I know that there is something there that transcends time and gives me hope, a tangible feeling in my forehead my mouth my throat my heart my guts my *** and “wee wee wee” all the way to my toes, like electricity spiraling down into my soul... some days I wonder where my heart is, since it is not at home… this incredible journey feels like an away game in the Stanley Cup playoffs, everyone in this stadium is rooting against you, yet what they do not realize is at the end of the day, we are all rooting for the same team, and that is to feel belonging, to feel loved, to feel accepted, to feel understood... and we only root against each other because that is what everyone else is doing, and I for one am tired of being a ******* puppet, I’m tired of being shown the differences in all of us, I’m tired I’m tired I’m tired, and I want to go home..

But what I really truly deep down desire is to make this place here my own... To throw away my phone and look each person I’m blessed with in my life in the eyes and tell them “I love you, and you don’t need to be anything other than who you are for me to Love you... welcome home.”