roaring, roaring [i am not from here]

i am a flame.

i am nothing like you. i don't know how to relate to you - i can't. i don't know you, i don't know your ways, tired, pulsing, turning world. people; mere specters. i don't know them, i don't know their ways.

i feel so alone when i am with them. i am nothing like them.

i am the forest. i am the gray, blue, angry sky. i am the storm; the rain falling over the open prairie. i am the void of space, the outer limits. no one understands me. no one understands.

i am the outcast. i am the wind tearing through the fingers of the trees praising God. I am the voice of the ocean, screaming, roaring, throwing itself against the rocks.

why are they sleeping? why are they sleeping? why are they sleeping? i scream with every crashing wave

i do not understand the world. i do not relate to it. i do not know it. i am alone within it; a foreigner. a vagrant. a nomad. an anomaly.

they will hate you, they will turn and tear you to pieces. for you are not like them, my love. children of the matrix hate the ones born of reality. 

i am a flame; fire. roaring, roaring.

wake up, wake up, wake up, wake i howl with the wolves

i will burn and burn and burn down the forest. and i don't care if no one understands. for whether they understand or not, they will still feel the heat.

"If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world." - c.s. lewis

i don't understand the world and am not from here. 

- k. a.