Imprisoned..I have been asking and wanting to be returned to my home ever since I was a little girl.i remember setting on my bed in my room.when I was a young girl.saying to myself.
I wish I could go home.very odd thing to say when your in the house that you live in.but deep down inside.i always knew that this so called planet earth wasn’t my home.the last place I remember living was planet Sirius.
i had moved there from the plieades during the rebellion.all of the peaceful being who didn’t want to fight in the rebellion moved to other planets.i was one of those being.
I was just getting use to living on Sirius.i started to feel happy.i lived alone.one of my favorite things to do was go to the local market place.it was very nice.
i wish I had that life again.now all I do is exist here in this fake world/virtual/matrix. Being around AI’s, aviators,shapeshifters and so on. Inside of a prison.
I was stripped of who I really am.just to come here.and experience.sadness,torture,trauma.with very little happiness sprinkled here and there.
I just want to go home..because this place will never be my home.