the more i'm here, the more i know i don't belong. where are kindred spirits? are they wearing animal skins? where is the caring? or the bottle of hemlock...

you know, you know where you are...

i've always known i don't belong here but i don't think the grass is greener next door. perhaps on some faraway mountain in Tibet where simplicity rules and honesty is understood.

one day i am going to grow wings

i suspect they'll come in when i'm six foot under...or burning at the stake.