Alien

I was born once, I think, though my mom lost the tapes so I really can’t prove it.

I believe her, of course, though sometimes when I watch the stars I catch myself wondering if one of them is a beacon, a call for me to come home to a world where my skin fits a little bit better and my thoughts don’t seem so far-fetched when they slip through my teeth.

I am a dreamer in a world of people perpetually awake.

And it makes me so, so tired.

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