home

I came back, home?

I feel like a stranger.

But I think I’ve always felt this way.

I feel like a stranger–or maybe just different.

Do we all feel different?

What do the people who look at the floor think?

Do they understand when my gaze is on them?

Surely yes. It’s that intuition.

Energy is transmitted through the eyes.

But what kind of energy?

Can we manage this energy? Control it?

Can we control any kind of energy?

Silly thoughts. I haven’t slept.

Sometimes I don’t know where I am. What I’m doing.

I try to understand the energies around me. Everything feels hostile.

Maybe because I'm fighting what’s inside.

I should probably leave.