The daily routinte cumbers my mind.
My body is left fatigued by the seemingly mundane,
And I am left in a weakened state, only to retreat.
My mind lost in a helix,
My thoughts without end,
My court without verdict.
Am I so pathetic?
A mouse too timid to peer from its hole yet too insignificant to notice?
Too weak to even face the sun each morning?
Perhaps it is I that burdens the day.
Perhaps it is my own sloth and mourning that intrigues the sun to watch me so menacingly.
I can hear him mock my every step.
He laughs without the slightest hint of mercy or pity as I wander aimlessly.
An animal struggling to find its home,
And yet with none to belong to.
I am stranded in a world to which I don't belong,
To which I am not wanted, am not needed, do not wish to live in.
To which is not my home.
Yet I need but wait for the sun to set,
I need but cling to my sanity, if only for the slightest moment
Once the sun is gone,
My mind has leaves
My thoughts organize,
And weave a tapestry too complex to be explained.
And even as I stare at the ceiling of my own room,
I am not there.
I have gone into a world to which I belong,
To which I am wanted, I am needed, I wish to live in.
And to which is my home.
But every day, I fear I travel too far into the world to which I belong.
It is a utopia too placid to be ignored,
But if too far I stray,
I fear I may not return.
And be lost, to the world that I belong.
- Title: The World to which I Belong
- Artist: Aeriodite
- Description: Anyone who role plays should understand this.
- Date: 02/12/2009
- Tags: world belong mouse prose
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