You could call me a hermit, a recluse, a vagrant, a displaced and destitute derelict dying for a digression from my daily life and if you did,

You wouldn't be wrong.

I am not at home in my house, I am not in attendance at school, I am not present in the places you see me.

I left this reality a long time ago.

With nothing left to offer me but dull apathies and pain, I decided it best to go.

Now I've decided to find refuge in the recesses of my mind.

The things I experience daily, just a dream.

The people I meet, just noisy neighbors from nextdoor.

The memories I had, just images from a different time.

Now I sit in my new home.

A place where my thoughts can run free, where the grass is greener, and where music seems sweeter.

I finally feel like I belong and matter, when i'm in my new home.

But I don't know how long I'll last being alone.