It feels like I’ve been let into a world I’m not supposed to be in. Or am I? How would I know really, do I believe I know who I am? As if I don’t lift my head up high for those below Me and walk with my tail between my legs for the overlords! 
Furious! Outrageous and grand those ideas pour over my frontal lobe wetting it. Now it is sodden, dripping in the pure filth that is vision and life.   
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The sun leaks out of the grey cloud ceiling spilling all over my body. Golden light bathes my cells.
Blanketed by solar rays I gain a new perspective on my surroundings; colours are deeper, fruit ripe. The world beyond my front door suddenly separated only be a wooden plank. 

But as quickly as it came, the curtains above me shut with swift determination. Once again my perspective shifts. 
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I long for purpose. I am a silhouette searching for its shadow. I am a cloud with no rain; a frog with no hop a mountain with no top

I long for reason; I am a question with no mark; a moon with no light. I leave for days only to forget why I left

For I am a traveller. I come and go as I please. I leave no trace when I leave a place for I want no one to know, where I am or where I might go.

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