I’m not from here.

I came from somewhere else.

I flew across the skies,

Wide awake journeying above the seas,

A land of opportunities,

Here.

This is not my home.

It’s never been.

I feel dry.

Cold and waiting for warmth,

And so I’ll wait.

For now it is all just temporary.

I cannot wait for the door,

That door that will take me on a new adventure.

And my thoughts,

They are my friends,

But they are also my enemies.

At times I feel like I’m somewhere happy,

But I am reminded that you can’t fight reality.

I look back on everything,

There is nothing to value except faith in God.

Why cannot it all feel real?

-themeekarestillhere

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