For i am of this Earth.
What be it then that planted this yearning for Escape? Past trauma. The unrelenting whisperings. The endless striving. The demand to acquire. i, too, had a rocking horse.
My being has melted into the space that has always belonged to me. i will not flea. Rather, i will cherish. i will explore. i will attempt to understand, to preserve, to sustain. i will allow the skin i float upon each day to experience this particular earth.
My presence is spread throughout this soil. i must ensure the relationship remain un-severed.
i become One.