But I am home. Still longing for the lives past.
The old is still knocking on my door.
But am I going to answer?
And did I truly close the door?
The light hit my soul.
And I wept.
Longer than I have for a very long time.
Cleansing.
Letting go.
And remembering.
I want to go home.
I miss home.
Back to the stars.
But I am home now.
I always am.
And it’s not Earth.
My soul is always there.
At home, in the astral plane.
I remember.
