Ever since I can remember, I've wanted to go home.

I'm wistful for a place I know nothing about, yet I deeply miss it. I feel as if though it's a part of me. I find myself saying, "I want to go home," lying on my bed, in the comfort of my, well, home.

So then why do I not feel at home?

All I can say to justify this is, I am truly not from this world; from this plane of existence.
I feel like I have been accidentally put in this world. I don't belong in this place and my inner-self knows this. I have met a couple people who also feel like foreign beings on this planet.

I don't connect to the things of this world. I look too much at the sky and wonder why I am not there, along with all the stars and the comets.

My body feels foreign. It feels like something keeping me here, grounding me.

I want to go home, but I don't know where home is.