it is very difficult to explain that actually, i am not a person. i am in fact a wild beast and i belong in the woods. i am just pretending, a wolf in human clothing, and someday i will simply run off.
i feel the color of the world i inhabit grow bright with summer. it is overwhelming. i claw at the concrete with my heels on the way to work each morning, hoping that one day i will succeed in digging a hole big enough to escape through. the glittering gems underground will light the way to my true home.
i am called by the deep blue of the up north rivers and lakes. the swells and sighs of water without end. it’s time to go. eventually, i won’t come back.