Hello?

There's nothing wrong with the faulty world. I'm just heart broken, and in shock.

What do the words do at this stage? Nothing at all.

I'm on my own inside my head and soul, ready to abort this life mission any time the chance arises. 

I'll welcome any departure opportunity. It isn't a coincidence I've been moving my whole entire life. I'm ready to uproot and go home any moment, all the time. 

Except we're entrapped in this delusion of existence. I exist simultaneously here and there. 

Any sign of Home in the eyes of the lost ones gives me a little false hope. Beggers can't be choosers, I'll take anything, just you show me presence. 

Pretty please. 

I'm 

so

very 

tired!