Why is it that it is when I am most alone, I feel most present? I feel like an alien on Earth. I do not understand how I was birthed here.
My home is beyond my physical state, my home is beyond my emotions, and even my desires. My home is where none of those things could dream to reach, in all their perversity and incapability. I will not hurry from Earth, but I do know that this does not even slightly resemble my home.