Where am I? Who am I? I don’t feel like I belong. The people, places, things that I’m surrounded with feel so foreign and unfamiliar to me. This is where I’ve been for 21 years. You’d think that I would grow accustomed to my environment by now. But, every ounce of my being is telling me that I don’t belong here. The people in my life are simply temporary lessons for me to metabolize as I ascend higher, not intended to stick around longer than the length of the lesson. Connection is what my soul has been deprived of for far too long. With nothing around me to nourish this desire, my soul begins to eat away at itself. Bit by bit, layers of me are chewed up and spit out like the leaves of an artichoke. Each chomp out of my guarded layers leaves me stripped bare and vulnerable as my heart becomes more and more exposed. I am, at this point, soft and flimsy waiting for the Universe to swallow me up whole, to save me from my own misery. As I sit in this buttery pool of self-pity and existentialism, I am scooped up and placed gently on the palate of the energetic world. In the pit of her belly I am digested. And the karmic cycle continues… One of these lives I will learn my lesson… -KN
