A Perfect Misfit
I
have walked through these valleys before yet they seem so foreign.
The
terrains have changed to something I do not recognise anymore.
My
mind knows I have been here before yet my body reject everything of its
existence.
I
have been here before, happy, filled with laughter and less worries, yet thus
land is so foreign.
I
cannot seem to recall the language spoken, I am tongue tied as i try to
converse with the natives, my people, those of my kind.